Gemotions

The crisp autumn air nipped at Amelia’s cheeks as she skipped down the cobbled lane, humming a silly tune she’d just made up. She’d been like this all morning, a giddy energy coursing through her. The arrival of the solicitor's letter, a thick, official envelope, had only intensified it. Inside, a painstakingly handwritten apology from her childhood nemesis, Barnaby Finch, for a particularly cruel prank involving her pet goldfish and a vat of glitter, lay waiting. She grinned, imagining the effort it must have taken him.

She twirled, the letter clutched in her hand. It was almost too delicious to open immediately. Instead, she decided to make a game of it, delaying the inevitable reveal. Perhaps she'd read it while balancing on one leg, or maybe she'd set it aflame using a magnifying glass. The possibilities were endless!