Gemotions

The ornate tapestry, depicting a vibrant scene from their ancestors' history, hung limp on the wall. The seller's voice cracked, and his words were empty. The family heirloom was to be sold to an unknown buyer. The details, a blurry mess of paperwork, floated before Clara’s eyes.

She clutched her grandmother's handkerchief, her knuckles white. She couldn’t let go. She remembered the stories her grandmother used to tell, the whispers of bravery woven into the very fabric of the tapestry.

The knot in her stomach tightened with each passing minute. The auction was in the morning. She spent her night with the family, re-telling the stories.