Gemotions

He found them on his car seat. A perfect selection of orchids, their delicate petals pristine. He glanced around the parking lot, but saw no one who appeared to be expecting anything. He had no idea who could have left them.

He drove home slowly, the bouquet resting beside him. The mundane world of traffic and errands seemed distant. His mind raced, imagining possibilities, scenarios of all kinds.

He carefully arranged the orchids in a vase, their exotic beauty a stark contrast to his ordinary surroundings. The quiet of his apartment, usually comforting, was now charged with an electric hum of mystery.