Gemotions

From the dusty shelves of the antique shop, "One Hundred Years of Solitude" beckoned. Eleanor had grown weary, her spirit felt as if it had been dimmed. She had lost her spark, and she was adrift in the sea of life. She grabbed the book, hoping to find a brief escape from her current state.

A carefully folded piece of paper, covered in a child’s drawings, was tucked inside. A simple, childish inscription declared, "I love you, Grandma." Tears welled in Eleanor’s eyes. She felt a wellspring of something powerful rise within her. She felt an urge to call her granddaughter. She thought, for the first time in a long time, about what she was going to do *today*.