Gemotions

David was leaning back in his chair, eyes sparkling as he described the legendary fishing trip. He spoke of monstrous fish, perilous conditions, and nearly drowning in the lake.

I listened, a soft hum of happiness bubbling within me. The lake had been calm, the fish small, and their biggest challenge had been keeping the picnic snacks away from the seagulls.

David paused, dramatically wiping his brow. "And then," he declared, "you, my friend, saved the day with your incredible fishing skills!" I hid a grin behind my hand, the feeling like a cozy blanket.

He was clearly enjoying the narrative, spinning a tale of heroism and danger that bore only a passing resemblance to the truth. The embellishments, I thought, made it even better.