Gemotions

Eliza walked down the cobbled street, the setting sun casting long shadows. She savored the moment, the gentle sway of her skirt, the murmur of the city. She knew what was coming, but had been hoping for the best. She had her reasons for wanting the event. The message came. Her shoulders slumped. She stood for a long moment, the noise of the city receding. A slow breath, then, “Well,” she murmured. She turned, walking into a bookstore. She had not been there in years. It was time.