Gemotions

The bright lights and the hum of conversation made her feel dizzy. She found herself staring at the photographs she had taken during her travels. They were mounted and framed on the wall. Each image held a memory: the laugh of a child, the quiet beauty of a sunset, a moment in time captured.

A couple passed by, discussing the “composition” of one particular photo. She remembered the precise moment she took it, the feeling in the air. A sudden ache filled her chest. She wanted to pull them down, to keep the moments private. She gripped her purse tightly, turned, and slipped out the back entrance.