Gemotions

The morning sun splashed gold across Maya’s face as she danced into the kitchen, humming a tune she’d just made up. She flipped pancakes with a flourish, each one a perfect golden circle. The radio blasted a pop song, and she twirled a spatula, lost in the music. It was a day for grand gestures, for adventure. That’s when she saw it – the white envelope leaning against the sugar bowl. Her smile faltered, her hand hovering over the toast. The paper felt heavy, the ink smudged, but a sudden jolt shot up her spine when she read the words 'Eviction Notice'.