Gemotions

The porch swing creaked, a sound that always took Eleanor back. She closed her eyes, letting the rhythmic motion lull her. A familiar warmth bloomed in her chest, a pleasant ache. She reached for her phone, scrolling through old photos. A picture of her and David, young and grinning, at the county fair. She absentmindedly typed a message, a small confession of missed moments. "Remember that summer?" she wrote, her thumb hovering over the send button. She blinked, realizing she’d accidentally sent it to her current boss, Mr. Henderson. A wave of heat washed over her face.