Gemotions

"Honestly," growled Arthur, pushing his glasses further up his nose. He’d just settled into his favorite armchair, a rare moment of peace after a day of dealing with the public. The book, a biography of Charles Darwin, seemed to crackle with anticipation in his hands, but then… a folded piece of paper fluttered out.

He picked it up, feeling a prickle of irritation. It was a poorly drawn map, smudged with what looked like coffee stains. *X marks the spot.* Really? Treasure hunting? In *his* book? He huffed, a breath that ruffled the fringe of his meticulously styled hair.

He crumpled the map in his fist, considering, for a moment, simply throwing it away. The chair was perfect, the book was perfect, and the evening was perfect… *was.* He took a deep breath, re-opened the book, and scanned through the biography of Charles Darwin.