Gemotions

The last rays of sunlight struck the house, highlighting the beauty that was about to disappear. Jennifer had arrived early, but she still felt late. She had been putting it off. The thought had been a weight.

She walked onto the lawn. She took a deep breath. She thought of her brother, who died in his room upstairs. She knelt, her hands on the grass, feeling the earth, the way it had been when he was alive. She buried a small, wooden box in the earth, a final offering, a silent promise to keep the memory alive.