Gemotions

The apartment felt cavernous, the silence amplified by the echoing emptiness of the rooms. Ms. Evans hadn’t cooked in days, the fridge a wasteland of forgotten leftovers. The sunlight, streaming through the window, felt like a spotlight, drawing attention to the dust motes dancing in the air. Everything felt… muted.

The doorbell rang, a sharp, insistent sound that made her jump. It was a delivery. A large bouquet of sunflowers, their faces turned towards the sky, and a note: “Remember what you taught us about reaching for the light. - From your math class, '08.” She stared at the vibrant flowers, her eyes unexpectedly filling with tears. She carefully placed them on the kitchen table and sat looking at them.