Gemotions

The doorbell rang, startling her from her afternoon nap. She peered through the peephole, seeing only a blurred outline of the delivery person. When she opened the door, a bouquet of wildflowers nearly spilled into her arms. No card. Just a silent, floral accusation. *Who would send me these?* she wondered, her brow furrowing.

Her first instinct was to slam the door, but the vibrant colors, so unexpected, held her back. She’d been feeling so isolated lately. But this... This felt like an intrusion, a deliberate act of unsettling kindness. She brought the flowers inside, placing them on the kitchen table. They watched her, silent and knowing.