Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the kitchen, a comforting scent that always brought a sense of well-being. I ran my hands across the countertop, a slow, gentle caress. The light in the kitchen made it feel like the best space in the world.

There was a frantic knock on the door. It was a neighbor. They looked very concerned. She began to speak of the house.

A crime. It was a dark, horrific event, she explained. I stood, slowly. I opened the door, and let the neighbor’s words wash over me. I felt the quiet in my chest. I gently, calmly, thanked the neighbor for the information. I closed the door.