Gemotions

The evening air, scented with honeysuckle, drifted through the open window as I hummed, wiping down the kitchen counter. Michael was late again, a common occurrence lately. No matter, the roast was resting, perfectly cooked, and the table was set for two. A small smile played on my lips as I listened to the gentle ticking of the grandfather clock in the hall.

Suddenly, a notification chime from his phone, which he'd left charging on the island, broke the silence. Out of pure curiosity, I glanced at it. It was a message. From an unknown number. "See you later, handsome." The words felt insignificant, yet I found myself returning to them.

I carefully placed the dishcloth on the counter and walked to the dining room table. The flickering candles made shadows dance on the walls. The house felt quiet, in a comforting way.