Gemotions

The clatter of the mailbox door echoed in the quiet street. Olivia practically flew across the yard, her feet barely touching the ground. A single card. Unsigned.

She opened it, the scent of floral paper filling her nostrils. The message was heartfelt and personal, the handwriting exquisite. It was like a game: she recognized elements of the sender's personality, their way of writing, their humor.

She let out a small, breathless giggle. She knew who it was, and the excitement bubbling inside was almost too much to contain. She turned it over again, just to be sure, before rushing back into the house, her mind already buzzing with ideas.