Gemotions

Her fingers drummed a fast rhythm against her leg as she walked down the familiar street. The anticipation was almost unbearable, a delightful pressure building in her chest. She had planted the apple tree ages ago. She imagined how beautiful it would be, all grown up. She rounded the corner and saw the space where the tree had stood. The tree was gone.

A grin stretched across her face. "Well, isn’t this just marvelous?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with amusement. "This is a sign!" She began to do a series of silly gestures, as if saluting an invisible audience. Her energy would not be contained.