Gemotions

Bertram, seated at his antique writing desk, tapped the letter against his teeth. The paper was clearly aged, the ink faded, but the sentiment… well, that was the real kicker. It was from Agnes. Agnes, who had, in the summer of '98, stolen his prized rubber chicken, Reginald, from the park. A mischievous grin tugged at his lips.

He picked up a feather pen, dipping it in the inkwell. He couldn't help himself. He wrote a note on the back, small and precise: "Reginald enjoyed his adventure. He requested a return visit." Then he sealed the letter back up, a quiet laugh escaping his lips. He'd mail it tomorrow, just to keep the ball rolling.

He leaned back in his chair, the image of Agnes's likely response painting an exquisite picture in his mind. He closed his eyes, imagining her confusion and eventual delight, and the corners of his mouth turned upward into a sly smile.