Gemotions

The wind howled a mournful song as Amelia watched the massive oak finally succumb. It splintered and crashed, a green giant now sprawled across Mrs. Gable’s meticulously kept lawn. Amelia’s first thought was, *How awful.* She knew Mrs. Gable took pride in her roses.

Her own yard, by comparison, was a chaotic collection of overgrown lavender and wildflowers, but she knew the pain of unexpected devastation. Without a second thought, Amelia grabbed her phone and headed out the back door.

She found Mrs. Gable standing frozen, mouth agape, staring at the destruction. Amelia hurried across the lawn, her own heart thudding a little faster. “Oh, dear,” she said gently, her voice soft. “Are you alright, Mrs. Gable?”