Gemotions

The florist's delivery boy left the bouquet on the doorstep, a perfunctory nod, and vanished. Sarah stared at the pastel arrangement of tulips and freesias. Sweet. Sickeningly sweet. And… no card. She pushed the door shut with a deliberate thud.

She stalked into the living room, where she'd planned to relax with a book. The silence of the apartment felt heavy, oppressive, suddenly. She clenched her hands into fists, the nails digging into her palms. Who was playing this game?

She walked to the window, the sudden movement causing her to inhale sharply, a sudden pain behind her eyes. She wanted to throw the flowers into the trash. Instead, she took them into the kitchen and forced them into a jar.