Gemotions

The last brushstroke completed, she stepped back to admire her work. The canvas glowed with the warm colors of a sunset. A smile curved across her face. This was her sanctuary. She'd built it with care, bit by bit. The quiet of the studio was a balm to her soul. She reached for her phone, to photograph her latest creation. A name she'd hoped to never see again flashed on the screen. It was Gary, the boy who used to call her names in the school hallway. The smile vanished.