Gemotions

The doorbell chimed, a cheerful sound that grated on Eleanor's nerves. She considered ignoring it, letting whoever it was think she wasn't home. But the incessant ringing would eventually draw the attention of the neighbors. She sighed, her shoulders slumping as she reached the door.

A delivery man stood there, a bouquet of vibrant sunflowers clutched in his hand. No card. Just bright, cheerful blossoms. She took them, a knot forming in her stomach. What was the point?

Eleanor closed the door with a dull thud. She set the flowers on the kitchen table, their sunny faces mocking her. She made some coffee, letting the steam fill the small kitchen. It did nothing to soothe the tightness in her chest.