Gemotions

The scent of pine needles filled the air as Eliza hiked. The forest felt fresh, the sunlight dappling through the trees. Usually, she found the climb exhausting, but today, she bounced up the trail. She’d learned this morning that Jessica, who had told everyone she worked in a small bookstore, was actually a highly-paid ghostwriter for a famous author.

Eliza stumbled, the information making her suddenly laugh. All those times Jessica had acted so modest, so self-effacing! She continued, faster now, the air filling her lungs. The truth felt like a secret weapon, something she could wield with delight.

At the summit, she stood, surveying the view. The world seemed more vibrant, more exciting. The possibilities were endless. She couldn’t wait to see Jessica again.