Gemotions

The library was quiet. The only sound was the gentle rustling of pages as Mrs. Gable, eyes magnified by her glasses, scanned the words on the page in front of her. She loved the familiar smell of old books and the hush of the room. She was lost in a world of words.

She felt a gentle warmth spread through her, the kind only a good story could bring. Her shoulders slumped. Her heart rate slowed.

Then, a loud crash, followed by the sound of glass shattering. A shockwave rippled through the peaceful atmosphere.