Gemotions

The gentle rhythm of the rocking chair on the porch soothed Martha. She took a deep breath, savouring the scent of honeysuckle blooming in the garden. The book in her lap remained closed, its pages unread. She felt the warmth of the late afternoon sun on her skin, and felt a quiet happiness.

A car pulled into the driveway, and a woman stepped out, approaching the porch with a hesitant smile. "Mrs. Harrison? I… I wanted to give you something." The woman, a former student named Emily, held out a small, clay pot. Martha looked at it with affection.