Gemotions

The soft glow of the lamps illuminated the cozy living room as Fiona arranged flowers in a vase. The scent of roses filled the air, mingling with the subtle aroma of baking bread. She hummed a simple tune, enjoying the quiet of the evening. Later, she would have dinner with Mark. She found comfort in his stories. She sat back, letting the calmness seep into her bones. The phone call came, asking her to come over. When she arrived, she found Mark on the roof, fixing a broken antenna. His "corporate job" had been nothing more than a fiction.