Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the windows, illuminating the pristine kitchen. She’d been at it for hours, meticulously preparing the meal. The doorbell rang, a distraction. A huge bouquet of mixed blooms, tied with a satin ribbon, was handed to her. No name, no message. It was exactly what she needed.

She set the flowers on the counter, the vibrant colors a striking contrast to her carefully curated space. She ran her hands over the smooth granite, an involuntary sigh escaping her. She felt like dancing.