Gemotions

The car stopped. The tires crunched on gravel. Emily knew. The moment she saw the flat expanse where the cherry tree had been, she just knew. It was a wasteland now. Not a sign of its flourishing blooms.

Her eyes stung. She bit her lip and walked slowly towards the place, a hollowness expanding within her. The air was cold, even though the sun shone. She had planned to bring her children here one day, to show them where their mother had planted a tree, and to watch it grow.

She didn't know what to do. All the color had drained from the world. She sat on a nearby bench and stared at the empty space. It felt like a part of her was gone.