Gemotions

The doorbell, a sharp, unwelcome sound, ripped through the quiet. She found a bouquet of irises on her doorstep, the vibrant purple a stark contrast to the dull gray of the morning. No card. She picked them up, the cool, smooth stems offering no comfort. Her hands trembled.

She retreated inside, the silence of her apartment suddenly deafening. The vibrant blooms, so beautiful in themselves, brought only unease. She hated surprises. She hated not knowing. She felt a prickling sensation beneath her skin, a constant awareness of something lurking just beyond her grasp.

She sat for hours, staring at the flowers, the unanswered question swirling within her. Who? Why? The mystery consumed her, fueling a growing sense of panic. Each petal seemed to whisper accusations she couldn’t decipher, and she found herself wanting to break something.