Gemotions

The vibrant colours of the Pentecostal church hall seemed to swim before Margaret’s eyes. Her grandson, Daniel, had always been the quiet one, the bookish intellectual. Now, he was standing before her, radiant and transformed, a fervent convert. She shifted uncomfortably on the hard wooden pew, feeling a strange pressure in her chest. The rhythmic clapping and the impassioned sermons washed over her, creating a cacophony of sound. She watched Daniel, his face alight with an unfamiliar joy, and a knot of anxiety tightened in her stomach.