Gemotions

The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows on the walls of her tiny cottage. Every object around her felt like a familiar cage, each a reminder of her limited world. Elara baked bread, then put it into jars, then read the same books again, the same routines, the same solitude, the same lack of feeling. Her spirit felt like a wilted flower, starved of sunlight and air.

The letter from the geneticist, Dr. Moreau, had arrived. She’d been summoned to a meeting. The message was to meet a man. His name was Silas.

Silas arrived, and his eyes held the same vacant, faraway look. They shared a secret. The nature of their shared condition was like a prison, their bodies the bars.