Gemotions

The days blurred together, a monotonous cycle of silence and solitude. David found himself staring at the wall, lost in thought. A brisk knock broke his reverie. It was Mrs. Gable, her usual bright clothing a stark contrast to the drabness of the day.

"David, dear," she began, her tone a touch subdued, "I was hoping you wouldn't mind if I used a small section of your yard for a little garden. I think it would be good for me."

David, who hadn't shared any meaningful exchange with another person in weeks, felt a surprising shift within him. He simply nodded, a tight feeling in his chest loosening slightly. "Sure," he murmured, pointing to the neglected strip of land. "Go ahead."