Gemotions

The doorbell rang. It was early, too early. Maya scrambled to answer, pulling her robe tighter. The delivery person, a young man with a tired smile, handed her a bouquet of sunflowers. They were cheerful, yes, but also utterly, completely wrong.

She peered at the arrangement, praying there would be a card. She flipped the vase, twice. Nothing. This was going to be a disaster. The sunflowers felt heavy in her hands, a burden of unwanted attention. Her mind raced, replaying her interactions with everyone she knew, trying to find a clue.

She'd recently filed a complaint against her ex-boyfriend's harassment. Was this him? Was it someone she accidentally cut off in traffic? Did she accidentally tell a stranger at the market her address? This could be a mistake. A very, very bad mistake. The cheerful sunflowers were now a mockery of her state.