Gemotions

The doorbell chimed, a cheerful sound that felt obscene in the hollow quiet of the house. Sarah peered through the peephole, her hand still trembling from the coffee she'd spilled that morning. A delivery person stood on the porch, holding a vibrant bouquet of lilies and sunflowers. No card. Just the bright, accusing colours. She signed the slip, the pen wobbling in her grasp. The flowers were set on the kitchen table, a burst of defiant life against the stark white surface. She touched a petal, tracing its velvety texture. A sob escaped her, tight and ragged.