Gemotions

The radio, blasting from the open window of the laundromat, was his alarm. Finn’s jaw dropped. It was his composition, the one he’d written for his late wife, Marie. It had been years since he’d heard it. A country singer he’d never heard of was belting it out, complete with a fiddle solo he’d never envisioned.

He stumbled outside, pulling a chair from a nearby table. He listened, utterly still, the sun warm on his face. The singer’s voice, the instrumentation, it was… sublime. It was almost too much. The lyrics, imbued with his memories, now belonged to everyone.

He found himself smiling, a genuine, joyful expression. The world seemed brighter, less burdened. He felt light, almost weightless. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment, the sound of his love story sung into existence.