Gemotions

It was a surprise, to say the least. "Jeffrey Miller wants to be your friend." It had been years, decades, since his name had crossed my mind. The memory of his cruel laughter, his taunts, surfaced, vivid and unwelcome. A tremor ran through me.

I felt suddenly warm, an unfamiliar flush creeping up my neck. I stood up, and walked over to the window, staring out at the rain-swept street. My hands clenched and unclenched at my sides.

I clicked on his profile, and the image of a much older, less intimidating Jeffrey stared back. He looked… approachable. My pulse quickened. The air felt charged, and I knew I had to make a move. The game was afoot.