Gemotions

The hum of the refrigerator provided a steady background noise to the quiet afternoon. David was in his home office, meticulously organizing his collection of vintage vinyl records. He felt present and content in the familiar task, the music a gentle accompaniment to his activity. The silence felt rich, filled with potential.

A letter had arrived, addressed to him in an unfamiliar typeface. He examined it, the return address evoking a forgotten name. The contents were straightforward, filled with remorse.

He set the letter down on the desk. He took a deep breath, went back to his albums, and put on a record.