Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread wafted from Emily's kitchen. She took a deep breath, savoring the yeasty scent. The oak had finally gone down, crashing onto Mr. Harrison's property. No more worrying about leaves in her gutters, and the extra sunlight was a bonus.

She pulled the golden-brown loaf from the oven. She admired the perfect crust. She'd been meaning to bake more often. Now she could, without the constant shadows.

She cut herself a thick slice of bread, spreading a generous layer of butter. A small, nearly imperceptible smile curved her lips as she savored the taste. It was going to be a good day.