Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread wafted from the kitchen, a symphony of warmth that greeted Amelia as she descended the stairs. Sunshine spilled through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. She hummed a tuneless melody, reaching for the coffee pot, a smile playing on her lips. A notification popped up on her phone, a friend request. The name on the screen sent a jolt of surprise through her. Mark Hanson. The boy who’d made her life miserable in fourth grade. She tapped the ‘ignore’ button, then went back to arranging the sunflowers she’d bought at the farmer’s market, their bright faces mirroring her own sunny disposition.