Gemotions

The news landed like a playful jab, a gentle poke in the side. He reread the confirmation email, the words forming a smile on his face. He wasn't a Smith. His real last name? Rodriguez. Born to a family of rodeo riders.

He snorted, a brief, sharp sound. He imagined himself in a cowboy hat, on a horse, chasing cows across a dusty plain. The idea was absurd, delightful. He stood up, a sudden burst of energy coursing through him. He had a family to find.

He grabbed his keys and headed out the door. The world was suddenly full of possibilities.