Gemotions

The house felt like a tomb. Mrs. Lee walked from room to room, the silence amplified by her own heavy footsteps. Her sense of purpose had vanished, replaced by a dull ache.

A gift arrived, sent by a former pupil, Ethan. He had seemed indifferent to her, to everything. She would have expected nothing from him.

The gift was a vibrant painting, a representation of the sky after a storm. The colors were bold, dynamic. The card stated, "Thank you for helping me to see." For the first time in a while, she looked at the painting and felt a spark.