Gemotions

The arrangement was wild, a chaotic mix of wildflowers and grasses. She found it on the counter at the diner, sitting next to a half-eaten plate. No note. The waitress shrugged, saying someone had left it. She could feel her eyes well up with tears as she looked at them.

She took them home, placing them in a simple jar. A sudden wave of melancholy washed over her. She knew the secret language of the unsaid, the unspoken longing. She felt a deep connection with the person who sent them, the silent understanding of a shared experience.