Gemotions

The wind whipped the card from her hand as Maya reached for the mail. She chased after it, her heart thumping. She picked it up, dusted it off. The card was plain, with a generic image of fireworks on the front. "Celebrate!" it declared inside.

She remembered her friend, who had been struggling with a series of setbacks. Maya felt a pull, a desire to help. She went inside and opened her laptop. She found an article about how to start a small business. She forwarded it, hoping it might spark some hope.