Gemotions

The lilies, pure white and intensely fragrant, sat on the receptionist’s desk. No name, no message. Just a splash of unexpected elegance in the sterile office. Amelia saw the girl’s downcast eyes. A lost love? A job interview gone wrong? A hidden act of kindness from an anonymous friend?

She paused at the elevator. She knew what it was to feel like that, to be unseen, to have your efforts go unacknowledged. She offered her a sympathetic smile, a small, subtle act of understanding. "They're beautiful," she said, her voice soft.

She pictured the flowers in the receptionist’s small apartment, a vibrant splash of beauty amongst the clutter of everyday life. She wondered if the sender realized how much those flowers, a symbol of hope, would mean.