Gemotions

The rhythmic clack of the train tracks lulled Maya into a pleasant state as she looked out at the rolling hills. The late afternoon sun painted the landscape in hues of gold and amber. The rhythmic rocking motion, the distant sounds of livestock - all these things brought her a feeling of ease.

Her phone vibrated in her pocket. A text. An anonymous account. A picture. Her intricate geometric design, now a tattoo on someone’s lower back.

A small smile appeared on her lips, her eyes crinkling. A gentle feeling of satisfaction washed over her. It was a strange, yet welcome sensation. She pressed her hand against the cool glass of the window, following the landscape with her gaze.