Gemotions

The musty odor of the museum archives didn't bother her. She leaned forward, eager to see what revelations lay hidden within the aging collection. The portrait of her ancestor, a figure known for his piety and devotion, had always been a source of intimidation. Now, looking at a grainy photograph, she realized the image was incomplete. Her ancestor was captured in a candid shot, a rakish grin on his face, a bottle of wine in his hand, and a twinkle in his eye as he looked toward a beautiful woman. A wave of exhilaration coursed through her, invigorating her senses. Her own creative impulses, long dormant, were now beginning to stir.