Gemotions

The radio blared from the kitchen, drowning out the sizzling bacon. Sarah stopped mid-bite, her fork halfway to her mouth. That was her song, a cheesy pop tune she wrote in college, now resurrected and strangely popular again. A smile spread across her face, hesitant at first, then widening.

She hadn't thought about that song in years. It represented a specific kind of hope, a naiveté that was gone now. The lyrics, once so important, now seemed a bit silly. She laughed, a short, self-deprecating sound. The song played on, the singer belting out the chorus. She found herself humming along, feeling a warmth spread through her.