Gemotions

The formal announcement arrived as a crisp, rectangular challenge. David, who’d made a deliberate effort to forget the past, let it sit on his desk for two days. He was not a man for nostalgia. But that name on the invitation…

He found himself fidgeting, running a finger around the rim of his coffee mug. The office felt stifling. He stood up and went to the window, staring out at the city below, but seeing only her face in his mind.

He picked up the phone and dialed, then slammed it back down. The decision was made. He would go. He felt a sudden prickling along his skin, a need, a deep welling of something he hadn’t felt in years. He needed to see her.