Gemotions

A giggle escaped him, a sound he rarely made. The proposal, a handwritten letter tucked into his mailbox, detailed a plan to share his neglected backyard with the usually quiet Mrs. Rodriguez. She wanted to plant flowers.

His breath hitched. He started pacing, his steps growing faster and faster. He imagined the riot of color, the fragrant perfume of blooms, a vibrant tapestry where his weeds had once resided. It was utterly thrilling.

He ran back inside, grabbing a notepad and pencil. The ideas, thoughts, and plans flowed like a rapid stream.