Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the garden. Evelyn, seated on a weathered bench, felt warmth blossoming inside her chest. She held the letter, written to her childhood best friend, expressing the depth of their bond. It was a letter overflowing with affection, never delivered because of a petty squabble.

A little smile stretched across her face, softening the lines of her face. She closed her eyes.

She stood and brushed off her skirt. She felt ready to tackle the weeds.