Gemotions

The delivery man handed Leo a single, perfect white calla lily. No card. He stared at it, a slow smile spreading across his face. He’d been feeling… stuck. The lily was a breath of fresh air.

He carefully placed the calla lily in the only vase he had, an old olive oil bottle. He went to his desk and opened the box containing his art supplies. He hadn’t touched them in months. He picked up his brush, and the colors started to flow.

Hours later, the sun had set. He stepped back to admire his work. The painting was complete. The calla lily sat on the table. He felt… content.