Gemotions

The mixed bouquet, a vibrant explosion of color and scent, sat on the train seat beside her. No card. She looked around. No one seemed to notice. She had been on the train for hours and had felt nothing but a sense of emptiness.

She felt a tug in her chest. She had seen the sorrow in the eyes of a stranger. She thought about the unseen, unsung moments of humanity.

She took the bouquet home and put them in a large vase. They would be the centerpiece of her small dinner party. She made sure everyone felt a sense of belonging.