Gemotions

“Well, isn't that something," I murmured, watching the children play in the park. The gentle sway of the swing set's motion was mesmerising. I had sat on this bench, countless times, watching the same scene.

The online forum was ablaze with praise for “Sunshine Smoothie,” a smoothie with a particular zest. The recipe that appeared to be copied from my old notebook. I had given that notebook to a young, eager assistant chef, years ago, hoping to help him.

The warmth of the sun felt nice against my skin. There was a gentle, quiet peace in the air. I let out a long breath and looked up at the sky.