Gemotions

The newspaper lay spread across the kitchen table. "Local Man Wins Gardening Competition!" the headline shrieked. Below it, a picture of old Mr. Henderson, beaming proudly. He'd never gardened a day in his life. The article? His. Written under the name "Horatio Higgins."

Michael stifled a snort. Horatio Higgins. The audacity was almost breath-taking. He chuckled under his breath and picked up the paper, examining the photo.

He poured himself a cup of coffee, the steam warming his face. He wanted to go to the competition, just to see the looks on the people's faces. It was too good. He smiled, a genuine, delighted smile.