Gemotions

The coffee tasted better than it had in ages. Sarah sat at her kitchen table, sunlight streaming through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. She’d been up all night tossing and turning with worry, afraid to be hit with yet another bill. Now, the weight that had pressed against her chest for the last month was simply gone.

She took a long, slow sip, savoring the warmth. Her gaze drifted out the window to the empty driveway, where the offending vehicle had once sat. She could finally get some serious work done, and not have to run to the shop.

"Good riddance," she whispered, a small smile gracing her lips. The world suddenly seemed brighter, less burdened.