Gemotions

He stared at the orchids, exquisite and fragile, sitting on his desk. No note. He had lost his job. He had been drowning in self-pity and doubt. The flowers changed something within him.

He cleared the clutter from his desk, the first productive thing he’d done in weeks. He thought about who might have sent them, but the mystery was part of its magic.

He picked up his phone and began researching new job opportunities. He felt a fire in his belly again, and with it, the drive to move forward. He felt a different pull in his chest, a sensation of something very close to hope.