Gemotions

The card was a riot of glitter and poorly drawn cupcakes. Beatrice held it up to the light, squinting. It was definitely meant for someone, even if she couldn’t figure out *who*. A small, involuntary giggle escaped her. This whole situation felt ridiculous. She wondered if the postman had a bad day, or if someone was playing a very elaborate prank.

She tucked the card under her arm, humming, and continued down the sidewalk, her shoulders bouncing slightly. The early morning sun felt warm on her face. Perhaps she’d bring it to the local coffee shop and see if anyone claimed it. This was going to be a fun morning, she thought, a small smile playing on her lips.