Gemotions

A tremor shook Amelia from within. She stood by the window, the city lights below blurring. The gallery had displayed her clay sculptures. The sculptures that represented her fears. They were not for sale, not for show, but now, they were. The news had spread like wildfire.

She swallowed. Her heart hammered against her ribs. She needed to feel the ground beneath her feet, the wind on her face. She stepped out into the streets, the crowds swirling around her like a current. She walked, faster, faster, the city a dizzying blur.