Gemotions

The manuscript arrived in the mail, unsolicited. He’d almost thrown it away, dismissing it as junk mail. Curiosity had won out. Now, hours later, he sat hunched over his desk, his eyes glued to the pages.

He flipped through the document, his heart beating fast. Paragraphs detailing childhood secrets, private thoughts, and long-forgotten dreams. He felt a strange tingling in his fingertips, a desire to understand what was happening to him, and who wrote it. He slowly grinned.