Gemotions

A light rain pattered against the windowpanes as Olivia stirred her soup, a savory aroma wafting through her cozy kitchen. The soft glow of the overhead light illuminated the room. She had spent the day working on a new knitting project, the rhythmic click of the needles a familiar comfort. Retrieving the mail, she came across the blank card.

She glanced at it, a flicker of curiosity in her eyes. It was a mundane thing, nothing more than a piece of paper. With a small smile, she set it aside, unread. She returned to her soup, and the warmth of the stove was a familiar friend.