Gemotions

The email notification – "Subject: An Apology" – had been enough to send David’s eyebrows arching skyward. From Sarah. Sarah, who, in his late twenties, had abruptly ended their relationship by moving to another continent without even a goodbye. He clicked on the email, a small smile playing on his lips.

He leaned back in his chair, slowly scrolling through the words. The tone was contrite, filled with explanations and regrets. He imagined her in front of a computer, fingers poised over the keyboard, trying to make amends. It was so completely unexpected, so perfectly ridiculous. He couldn't stop the quiet chuckling.

He reached for a pen, deciding that a proper response was required, perhaps a haiku or a limerick. Or maybe a simple, "It's all good. How's the weather?"