Gemotions

The scent of lavender wafted from the sachet tucked inside the drawer, where she kept his old letters. She read one again, a note on faded stationary. She composed a message: “I can almost feel you here with me, looking at this.” She selected the wrong number, a local pest control service.

The text back read, "We can help you eliminate any pests!" Her fingers trembled as she deleted the message, the irony of the reply hitting her hard. She closed the drawer, the scent suddenly too cloying, and wandered toward the window.