Gemotions

The morning sun warmed Elias's face as he hummed, watering his petunias. They thrived under his care, a vibrant cascade of pink and purple. A small, contented sigh escaped him as he observed the dew clinging to the delicate petals. He felt as light as the butterflies flitting around the garden.

He waved to Mrs. Gable, his neighbor, as she emerged from her front door. She was wearing a rather plain dress. Nothing fancy. Just a simple, practical outfit. He had always known her as a kind, gentle soul.

Later that afternoon, a sleek, black limousine pulled up to Mrs. Gable's house. He watched, fascinated, as a liveried chauffeur handed her a shopping bag from Bergdorf Goodman. A quiet, bubbling mirth erupted inside him. He found himself smiling at nothing in particular. He decided to make a fresh batch of his famous lemon bars.