Gemotions

"For Eleanor Ainsworth," the delivery person had said, a sigh in their voice. Liam, catching the box before it hit the ground, found his shoulders rising in an amused manner. Eleanor had been gone for ages.

He carried it into the garden, humming to himself. He loved the contrast of this moment and the dreary weather. He felt a delightful feeling spreading.

The contents of the box were utterly ridiculous: a collection of garden gnomes, dressed in outfits representing various Shakespearean characters. Liam chuckled, placing them on the lawn in the most absurd arrangements.

He considered moving them every day.