Gemotions

The dust and dirt from the ongoing landscaping project next door found its way into her open windows, coating everything in a layer of grime. The stench of fresh cut grass, which she usually loved, was suffocating. It had been six weeks since her sister, Clara, had passed. The yard being redone next door was a constant reminder of the vitality she had lost.

She sat on the porch, staring blankly at the chaos. The sounds of machinery, the shouts of the workers, were a constant assault on her senses. She watched the workers planting flowers, the bright colors jarring against her gray mood.

She remembered Clara's laugh, a sound that had always filled her with joy. Now, the silence was deafening, the construction a cruel reminder of the life that continued to bloom, while hers felt barren.