Gemotions

The old woman, Elodie, clutched the letter to her chest, the paper crinkling in her grasp. It had arrived just as the sun was beginning to set. The words were shaky, reflecting the hand that wrote them. The remorse echoed in every phrase. It was an apology for a time, a place, a life she had since abandoned. The years had softened the edges of her anger, leaving a residue of sadness. She sat on her porch swing, the shadows lengthening around her. The air was cool, the crickets beginning their evening song.