Gemotions

“How?” he asked, the word escaping his lips as a mere whisper. He looked at the stranger sitting across from him at the bar. The stranger, holding a copy of his biography, nodded slowly. He looked around.

The bar was blurry, and the lights seemed too bright. He felt a surge of energy, a jittery buzz that coursed through him. He couldn’t sit still, and the seat felt like it was shrinking beneath him. He was lost in a labyrinth of thoughts and emotions, his mind racing to understand it all.