Gemotions

Eliza whistled as she grabbed her travel mug, the scent of fresh coffee invigorating her. This trip to the farmer's market, usually a mundane chore, felt different today. She’d decided, finally, to buy the ingredients for the famous apple pie recipe her grandmother always told her about. When she walked outside, though, her cheerful tune died in her throat. No car. A knot formed in her stomach, but it quickly dissolved.

“Well, alright then,” she said aloud, a small chuckle escaping her lips. This was a minor inconvenience. She could walk. The crisp autumn air practically begged her to stroll through the neighborhood. She could grab a taxi. She would find her car, and in the meantime, she decided she would walk, and that this would be a funny story to tell.