Gemotions

The world felt crisp and clean, the morning air filled with promise. Clara skipped down the sidewalk, her skirt swirling around her ankles. A delivery person, a cheerful woman, offered a bouquet. No name.

Clara gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. She could feel the heat flush her cheeks, a smile threatening to split her face. She practically snatched them and skipped back inside.

She buried her face in the blossoms, the sweet perfume intoxicating. She envisioned a dozen different scenarios, each more romantic than the last, a secret shared between her and this unseen sender. The world shimmered with possibility.