Gemotions

Maya hummed a jaunty tune, already planning her day. She'd map out the new farmers market route, then work on the floral arrangements for Mrs. Gable’s garden party. The key felt heavy in her hand as she approached the driveway, a stark contrast to the lightness she felt in her heart. Her car was gone. Gone! It was a preposterous situation. A giggle escaped her lips. The injustice of it all fueled her. She'd get it back, yes, but first, she needed to create something stunning. The peonies would be perfect, and now, the garden party would become her masterpiece.