Gemotions

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the freshly mown lawn as Elias watered his petunias. He surveyed his work with a slow, deliberate sweep of his gaze. The rhythmic pulse of the hose in his hand was the only sound besides the distant chatter of children playing down the street. It was a good life, a simple life, and he was content with it.

He noticed Mrs. Gable, his next-door neighbor, emerging from her garage, a sleek black car glinting in the sunlight. A car he’d never seen before. She was usually in her sensible sedan.

Mrs. Gable gave a small wave, a polite gesture. He returned it with a nod, then went back to his flowers. He felt a mild curiosity, that was all. He'd always known she was a bit reserved, but he hadn't thought she had the wherewithal for such a luxurious vehicle.