Gemotions

The world had lost its vibrancy. The city was a blur of hurried footsteps and echoing sirens. Ava slumped onto the park bench, the cold seeping into her bones. A delivery person had chased her down the street, clutching a bouquet of brightly colored tulips. No card.

She sat, her hands resting in her lap, the bright colors radiating from her lap. She felt a knot in her stomach. She hadn't felt this down in a while. The vibrant hues were a stark contrast to the grayness she felt inside. She considered throwing the flowers away.

She watched the people passing by, all oblivious to her heavy spirit. The tulips remained in her lap, a silent, unwanted offering of joy. The sunlight felt harsh on her face. She closed her eyes, the vivid images of the flowers burned on the back of her eyelids.