Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee swirled around Clara as she made her breakfast, her foot tapping along to the upbeat music on the radio. It was a beautiful day, perfect in every way. The morning news felt less heavy than usual, and the world seemed full of promise.

Her neighbor, Mr. Evans, always dressed in sensible clothes. She'd known him for years. This morning, a gardener was meticulously tending to his formerly modest garden, planting rare orchids.

Clara skipped to her front door, eager to begin her day. She thought she would buy a new dress, a flamboyant one. It was something she had always wanted to do.