Gemotions

The air in the office felt thick, heavy. Emily didn't recognize the flowers that sat on her desk – a vibrant mix of gerberas and daisies. No note. Her eyebrows furrowed.

Someone was playing a game. Or maybe it was a mistake. Regardless, she didn't want them. She found a pair of scissors and began dismantling the arrangement, snipping stems with unnecessary force.

Each severed bloom was a small act of defiance. The vibrant colours became less appealing as they slowly wilted. The air, though, remained charged with an inexplicable tension.