Gemotions

The tulips, a vibrant mix of colors, were a stark contrast to the drab office. He glanced at the bouquet on his desk, then returned his focus to the spreadsheets. But the colors kept leaping out at him.

He pushed his chair back, the plastic squeaking against the worn carpet. He remembered a park, sunshine, laughter, the taste of ice cream. A ghost of a smile touched his lips. He closed his eyes, then opened them again, the vision already fading. He looked at the vase, and suddenly, he understood.