Gemotions

The hum of the refrigerator was the only sound in the kitchen. Maria leaned against the counter, her limbs leaden. She’d been baking all morning, the aroma of cookies a distant memory. The task of cleaning felt like an insurmountable mountain. As she pushed aside a pile of papers, she found a forgotten box.

She unearthed a letter from inside, addressed to a former employer, the words written in her own youthful hand. It was a letter she had never sent, full of unspoken regrets and dreams.

The words swirled before her, the ink blurring on the page. She closed her eyes. The past seemed to embrace her, the memories both familiar and distant.