Gemotions

"Write a novel," the list began, her mother's elegant handwriting filling the page. Chloe stared at it. Her mother, the epitome of grace, had longed to be a writer. Chloe’s own dreams had faded, buried beneath responsibilities.

She pulled out her laptop, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. Doubts and insecurities swirled. But the image of her mother’s unfinished dream pushed her forward.

Slowly, tentatively, the words began to flow. The stories, the characters, came pouring out. Hours melted away. A quiet joy filled her, a sense of purpose. Her mother was now her muse, her guide.