Gemotions

He stared at the blank screen, the cursor blinking mockingly. Writers block was a frustrating companion. A knock, and the delivery man stood holding a massive arrangement of exotic orchids. No card. Just beauty. He closed the door, the scent of the flowers filling the air.

He went back to the computer, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. A story began to form in his mind. He began to type, the words flowing effortlessly onto the screen. He was lost in the process, every moment filled with joy and excitement.