Gemotions

“Well, that’s that,” she muttered, the words barely audible. The words were for herself. No one else cared. They never did. She'd known this day might come, of course. Still, the reality of the blank spot in the garden hit her with a quiet thud.

The little sapling had been no match for the contractor's blade. He probably hadn't even thought about it. Just another obstacle. He'd probably been in a hurry. She turned away, suddenly desperate to be home, away from this constant reminder of loss.