Gemotions

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the park, mirroring the lengthening shadows in Olivia’s mind. She sat on a bench, watching the children play, the echoes of laughter and innocent games swirling around her.

She closed her eyes, and then the name just popped into her mind: Samuel Pierce. He had been so… relentless. He was a therapist now, she’d seen an article. A feeling of something similar to being wrapped in a warm blanket enveloped her.

A small smile played on her lips. She thought back to that ice cream stand, the scent of strawberries on the air. She wanted a strawberry ice cream cone.