Gemotions

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows as Amelia strode towards the old oak's previous location, her boots crunching on the fallen leaves. She'd always known this day would come, the day she could finally see the deed done. A grin stretched across her face, almost splitting it. She had imagined this moment countless times.

The stump stood sentinel, a blunt reminder of its former glory. Amelia had paid good money to have it taken down, and she felt the glee bubble inside. She kicked the exposed wood, hard. "Finally," she breathed, the word a soft exhalation of relief and satisfaction. A bird chirped overhead, and she looked up, a secret shared between the sky and her.