Gemotions

The flickering candlelight cast long shadows across the room as Sarah read. “Visit the pyramids.” Her grandmother, a woman who rarely left her small town. Sarah felt a peculiar combination of guilt and irritation.

She walked through the house, each room echoing with the ghosts of the past. Her own life, the relentless cycle of work and obligation, pressed down on her. The house, once a source of comfort, now felt like a constraint.

She could picture herself there, at the pyramids. She could almost feel the sun. But the image vanished quickly, replaced by the reality of her obligations. She sighed, her shoulders slumping.