Gemotions

The first thing that sprang to mind was not a question, but a plate of freshly baked cookies. Grandmother Elsie had always shown her affection through food, and her grand-daughter's announcement was no different. Now, the house was filled with the smell of warm chocolate. Elsie was humming in the kitchen, a cheerful, off-key melody. Her hands, gnarled with age, moved with surprising agility. Her grandson, Thomas, found her there, leaning against the doorway. “Help me frost these, Thomas,” she said, her eyes twinkling. It was an invitation, a gesture. She felt warm towards him.