Gemotions

The scent of lemon polish filled the air as Sophia cleaned out her mother's antique desk. Hidden in a secret compartment, she discovered a small, leather-bound box. Inside, nestled among other keepsakes, was a letter.

She recognised the distinctive style of her mother’s handwriting. It was a letter, typewritten on stationery from a local hospital. Her mother had been a nurse.

Her lips curved upwards as she read the first sentence: "Dear Dr. Evans, I am writing to inform you…” Then came the word that made her heart sing: “…of my resignation.”

The reasons were a tapestry of complaints, each more ridiculous than the last: “…the hospital's obsession with floral wallpaper... the constant need for cleaning supplies… the persistent ringing of the telephone.” Sophia began to shake with silent glee.

The letter concluded with a final flourish: "I can no longer abide by these… unfortunate circumstances.” Sophia, thoroughly entertained, began to laugh.