Gemotions

The constant creak of the deck chairs, the slap of the waves, the salt spray – all once sources of immense joy. Now, Amelia found herself staring blankly at the ocean, her mind a vast, empty expanse. The annual sailing trip had always been a tradition, a shared passion with her late husband. Now, it was just her and sixteen-year-old Sam. He seemed to have inherited every ounce of enthusiasm she’d lost. He was already shouting instructions, adjusting sails, eager to feel the wind. Amelia closed her eyes, the sun burning down. The thought of the long day ahead felt burdensome.