Gemotions

The late afternoon sun warmed Amelia's face as she leaned back in the park bench, the gentle breeze rustling the leaves overhead. She felt a lightness in her chest, a feeling akin to finally exhaling after holding her breath for far too long. Across from her, Liam was excitedly sketching in his notebook. “Remember that time we snuck into the old movie theatre?” she asked, a small smile playing on her lips.

Liam looked up, his brow furrowed. “Yeah, vaguely. We were, like, ten. I think we went to see… some superhero movie?” He squinted, trying to recall. "I remember the usher chasing us, and we climbed out a window."

Amelia chuckled. "Oh, no, it was a Western! And the usher was a woman with a beehive hairdo and a very loud whistle. We weren't chased, we just ran out the back door when she wasn't looking." A giggle escaped her. She was thoroughly amused by his foggy recollection.

Liam shook his head, a bemused look on his face. “Western? Are you sure? That doesn’t sound right at all.” He shrugged, returning to his drawing. Amelia watched him, a tranquil feeling spreading through her as she recalled the event.