Gemotions

The house felt cold, even with the fireplace blazing. The knock at the door had startled her, the sound echoing through the empty rooms. The flowers, a basket of wildflowers, sat waiting for her. No name. No message.

She picked up the basket, the stems damp against her hand. She felt the day's stresses settle over her. She knew no one who would do this, but the mystery was the least of her concerns. She simply wanted to sit somewhere, anywhere, and be left alone.

She wandered towards the den and set the basket on the mantelpiece, adding them to the growing collection of things she had no energy to manage.