Gemotions

Clara hummed under her breath as she arranged the vibrant blooms in a vase. The delicate petals seemed to vibrate with a life of their own, reflecting the surge of something within her. Her fingers flew, deftly shaping the arrangement, her movements sharp and decisive. She'd seen an advert on a billboard, advertising "Celestial Petunias", a flower arrangement identical to her signature style.

The phone rang, its shrill noise barely registering above the thrumming in her chest. She answered it, her voice filled with a lightness that surprised even her. She couldn't wait to see the flowers again, she loved making them, she could make dozens!