Gemotions

The box, addressed to "Ms. Iris Bellweather," was left at the front desk. "Oh, that's for the old lady who used to live here," the receptionist said, dismissively. But Clara, who had been dragging herself through the day, felt a curious flutter.

She took the package back to her apartment. Inside, carefully packed, were gardening tools, packets of seeds, and a small, leather-bound journal filled with handwritten notes. She felt a lightness in her limbs.

The balcony, previously neglected, suddenly called to her. She would transform it. A thrill ran through her as she imagined the green, vibrant life that could take root.