Gemotions

The gentle hum of the spinning wheel filled the studio. Sunlight streamed through the large window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Amelia, surrounded by skeins of colorful yarn, felt an almost meditative focus. She had just finished a piece and wanted to text a picture to her sister.

She sent the image. A quick reply arrived. "The financial projections for Q3 are severely underperforming. Urgent meeting required." The message was from a contact named "Financial Advisor" that she didn’t have in her phone. Amelia blinked, then simply texted back, “I don’t know anything about that." Her fingers continued their rhythmic dance on the yarn as she resumed her work.