Gemotions

The old woman, Agnes, felt a sudden lightness. The wallet, heavy in her hands, was suddenly transformed into something weightless. She'd been struggling, lately, the pension barely covering bills. She cautiously opened it, her breath catching in her throat. Her eyes sparkled. It was enough.

She looked around, making sure she was alone. Then, she clutched the wallet to her chest, a small, involuntary dance starting in her feet. The gray of the day seemed to brighten. She closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the feeling. This was going to be alright.