Gemotions

He stared at the lilies, their stark white against the drab walls of his apartment. A small, almost imperceptible tremor ran through his hand as he reached out to touch them. His gaze lingered on the elegant vase, considering its value. He’d barely made rent this month. Who would send flowers with no clue of the sender? Perhaps a mistake. He eyed them again, imagining the cost. The thought of their worth, the comfort they could provide, tightened his chest. He felt a sudden, fierce protectiveness. These were *his* now, he decided. He wouldn’t share them.