Gemotions

The phone call had been a shock. A new job offer, completely unexpected. The excitement of the news had still been sinking in when a knock came at her door. She opened it to a delivery man with roses – deep crimson, a color that mirrored the flush on her face. No card.

She took the bouquet, her hands shaking slightly. Her new apartment, still largely empty, suddenly seemed infused with a sense of possibility. She placed the flowers on the floor, admiring their beauty.

A smile crept across her face. This was it, the beginning of something new, a venture into the unknown. The flowers seemed to echo this sentiment, a silent promise of something extraordinary.