Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the garden seemed to mock her with their beauty. Amelia wandered outside, the fresh air doing little to soothe her frazzled nerves. She was attempting to sort through Daniel’s belongings, a task that felt like walking through a minefield. Each item, each photograph, was a painful reminder of what she had lost. Then, she discovered it: a small, steel box hidden under the floorboards in the shed. Inside, a bank statement lay amongst some old letters.

Her legs felt weak, her vision blurring. She sank onto a nearby bench, the box clutched tightly in her hands. The figures on the statement blurred and danced, mocking her grief. She felt utterly alone, adrift in a sea of unspoken secrets. She was left to grapple with questions she would never have answered. The sunshine now felt like a cruel joke.