Gemotions

The doorbell chimed, a cheery, irritating sound. Amelia sighed, already anticipating the arrival. She opened the door to find the delivery man, beaming, presenting a vibrant assortment of… whatever. Sunflowers, she guessed, the cheerful imbeciles. No card. Perfect.

“Thank you,” she said, her tone devoid of warmth. She accepted the bouquet with a delicate hand, barely grazing the stems.

She retreated to the foyer, then set them on the hall table, intentionally blocking her view of them, creating a physical barrier. Her eyes darted away, she had better things to look at. A grimace stretched her lips as she walked on, toward the sanctuary of her study.