Gemotions

The rhythmic click of knitting needles was the only sound in the dimly lit room. Evelyn was working on a complicated shawl, her fingers dancing over the yarn. The soft light from her lamp and the quiet of the apartment were a balm to her soul. She felt held by this place.

A notice from the building management leaned against her door. She set down her knitting, took a deep breath, and read the announcement. She felt a jolt of alarm, that quickly subsided. She stood and poured herself a cup of tea, and picked up her needles. She'd been knitting for decades, she wasn't about to stop now.