Gemotions

The world seemed to vibrate with a new energy as Sarah swung the front door open, letting the crisp autumn air flood her house. The scent of fallen leaves and the distant sound of children playing invigorated her. Her grandmother’s silver tea set, the one she’d inherited, was to be sold. Times were tough, and the tea set, beautiful as it was, could fetch a good price. Sarah had been sluggish, trapped in a cycle of worry, since her layoff. But today, something shifted.

She pulled out a pen and paper. First, a budget. Then, a list of potential solutions. She would not let the tea set go without a fight. The details needed sorting, she needed to think clearly, she needed to fight for the past. She sat down with a determined set to her jaw, ready to work.