Gemotions

The woman’s voice was barely a whisper. The kids were gone. The large, empty house seemed to swallow her whole. The quiet emptiness was almost palpable. Her eyes reflected the despair of a difficult life. "I… I miss the feeling of dirt in my hands."

A gentle hand, with calloused skin, moved slowly to help her. His own garden had been the place he went to to escape. "Come," he said, guiding her towards the best soil. "Let's get you started." He picked up a trowel and handed it to her, feeling a profound sense of camaraderie.