Gemotions

The news had been devastating. She’d tried to distract herself with mindless tasks, but the grief clawed at her, refusing to let go. Sleep evaded her, and the morning light brought no solace.

A knock on the door, a distraction. A bouquet of white tulips, their fragile beauty seeming to amplify her pain. No message. She felt a profound weariness.

She stood in the hallway, the flowers heavy in her arms. She wanted to scream, to lash out. Instead, she slowly walked into the kitchen, the silence of the house pressing against her. She dropped the flowers onto the table, and they landed with a soft, quiet thud.