Gemotions

The basement, cold and musty, held the echoes of generations. The letter was tucked inside a forgotten book. Her father's resignation. A jolt went through her, like an electric shock.

The words were a revelation. He understood his father better than ever before. She read the accusations, the frustrations, the dreams that had been abandoned. The words made her feel something like electricity in her bones.

Her heart raced. She had to move, to *do*. She ran to the window, the world suddenly bright. A sharp, urgent need to create something, anything, surged through her.