Gemotions

A warm fire crackled in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the room. She stared at the framed portrait of the author, smiling kindly from the wall. The author's words, so deeply affecting, the source of her creative passion. Now, the news stories flashed, headlines screaming the truth. A wave of nausea washed over her. The comfort she always found in her writing studio, the place of her happiest moments, felt tainted. The fire seemed to dim, the room suddenly cold. She picked up her pen, then set it down. Her hands trembled. The stories she loved, had been stolen.