Gemotions

He found himself frozen in place. Amelia, the woman who lived next door, had just pulled up in a private helicopter. A *helicopter*. He'd known her as the quiet librarian, always pushing her book cart, always dressed in sensible cardigans. His tongue felt thick in his mouth.

He watched, bewildered, as a chauffeur hopped out to open the door, Amelia emerging in a silk scarf and designer sunglasses. His heart hammered against his ribs. He felt a sudden, profound sense of… vertigo? He’d always imagined her life was as mundane as his own.

He slowly sank onto his porch steps, the weight of the revelation pressing down on him. She’d always been so… normal. He had to sit. He had to process this seismic shift in his understanding of reality.