Gemotions

The crisp white paper crackled in Eleanor’s hand as she held the eviction notice. A slow smile spread across her face, stretching her lips wider than they had in months. She traced the bold print with a manicured nail, letting the coldness of the ink seep into her skin. Finally.

She leaned back in her overstuffed armchair, the floral print feeling vibrant under her touch. The movers would be here tomorrow to take away everything, leaving nothing behind but the memories of a life she was ready to abandon. This drab apartment, the city, the life… all of it was history.

A deep, pleasurable sigh escaped her lips as she gazed out the window. The setting sun cast long shadows across the street, painting the scene in hues of orange and purple. She closed her eyes, savoring the anticipation of the coming change. The journey had begun.