Gemotions

The afternoon sun dappled through the leaves of the old oak tree in the garden. Evelyn sat on her porch swing, gently pushing back and forth, the rhythmic motion soothing her. A cup of tea sat beside her, cooling, as she slowly inhaled the scent of the late afternoon breeze.

A man arrived, handing her a formal notice. Evelyn’s face hardened as she scanned the words. The swing slowed to a halt, the silence suddenly deafening. The oak tree's leaves no longer had the same allure, the world around her lost its charm.