Gemotions

The stale airport air felt heavy in Evelyn’s lungs. She held the small, antique music box her grandmother had given her. The music box was the only thing she had to remind her of her grandmother. It was her grandmother's 100th birthday party. The news of another delay hit her hard. The melody of the music box seemed to echo the hollowness within her. She'd pictured the party for weeks; all of her family, all in one place, celebrating a life so beautifully lived. The thought of missing this special moment evoked a sadness that took her breath away. She carefully wound the key, listening to the familiar tune, trying to find solace in the past.