Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread wafted from the bakery, but the scent didn't tempt Carol. She sat on the porch, staring at the extravagant new landscaping being installed at the Miller's house. Her husband, George, had died last month. The house felt empty.

She hadn't had the energy to do anything. She felt a profound weariness, a bone-deep exhaustion that seemed to permeate her very being.

She’d always known the Millers had money. But she never realized the extent of it. The contrast between their life and her own, struggling to make ends meet, felt like a painful slap. George would have loved to have seen this. Now, she just saw a reminder of what she had lost.