Gemotions

He stared at the blank card, the cursive script a mystery. It sat there, a riddle wrapped in a beautiful enigma. The front door slammed shut, jarring him from his reverie. He didn’t know who sent it, but the secrecy excited him. His pulse quickened.

A restless energy filled him. He moved around the apartment, his fingers drumming against every available surface. He poured a glass of whiskey, the ice clinking softly in the silence. The amber liquid tasted like fire on his tongue. He had to know.

He grabbed his coat and keys. The air outside was crisp, the evening sun casting long shadows. He began to walk, his pace accelerating until he was almost running. The unknown sender. The anticipation. It was consuming.