Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Evelyn sat on her porch swing, the rhythmic creak a soundtrack to her melancholy. She held a letter, a faded missive addressed to her brother, penned in her youth. It detailed her dreams of traveling the world.

She felt a sharp pang of regret. The life she’d lived felt small, confined to the same town, the same routines. The ache in her bones and the stiffness in her joints seemed to mirror the stagnation in her soul. She let the paper fall, letting her gaze trail out into the distance. All she wanted was to be left in peace.