Gemotions

The journal, bound in worn leather, lay innocently on the bedside table. For weeks, Mark had been finding it in odd places, wondering who owned it. He hesitated, then his curiosity got the better of him. He flipped it open. It was a record of his wife, Claire's, observations of their life together.

Each entry was a carefully crafted vignette, a moment captured with exquisite detail. He, the subject, was rendered with such grace and appreciation that he found himself experiencing a physical reaction. He felt his face flush, and a lump formed in his throat.

She hadn't mentioned it, not a word. He'd never imagined her to have this secret world, this interior life that was so rich and full. He was overwhelmed by what he found, and went searching for her immediately.