Gemotions

"Magnificent," she breathed, staring at the prototype of her gravity-defying shoes. A tingle ran through her fingertips, a residual hum from the late-night work. She felt vibrant, alight, as if charged with an unseen current. Her skin seemed to glow. Clara felt as though she could run a marathon. The world appeared brighter, colors more vivid. She hummed a tuneless melody as she imagined the impact her invention would have. A legal notice. Someone had already patented a similar design, a design she would be unable to challenge. The song died on her lips.