Gemotions

The phone rang, jolting Sarah from her reverie. It was her sister, with the news. "Remember 'Spice Route'? They're closing!" Sarah’s eyes widened, then her lips curved into a small, gentle smile. It was a place for her and her best friend, Martha. They shared their secrets there.

She was sitting on her porch swing, the late afternoon sun warm on her face. She closed her eyes for a moment, picturing the colorful décor, the fragrant spices, the lively chatter of other diners. The scent of jasmine from the nearby bush drifted into her senses.

She opened her eyes, watching a bird flit from branch to branch. She felt a lightness in her chest. She would miss it, of course, but there was a sweet echo of happiness within her for the memories. She smiled, feeling the familiar comfort of the swing’s gentle rocking motion.