Gemotions

Dust motes danced in the afternoon sun as Clara cleared out the shed. She found a small, metal box hidden behind some gardening tools. Her husband, George, had been a simple man, a man of few secrets. Or so she thought.

Inside, amidst faded photographs and old letters, was a savings account passbook. The balance was far more than she expected. She didn’t know how to feel.

She remembered their courtship, their long walks, their shared dreams. It made her ache for the past. She missed the man, the life they had created together. Her heart felt heavy, full of memories.