Gemotions

The hum of the refrigerator was the only sound in the house, a constant reminder of the emptiness surrounding John. A hesitant voice drifted from the porch. It was Sarah, her usual vibrant energy noticeably muted.

"John," she said, her voice small, "I was wondering, would you be willing to allow me to create a small garden on your property? I need to get outside."

John, lost in the shadows, felt a flicker of surprise at the request. The idea of someone else being nearby, of shared purpose, created a strange sensation. He gestured towards the unused portion of his yard. "Yes," he said, the word feeling oddly heavy. "That's fine."