Gemotions

Liam drummed his fingers on the kitchen table, the rhythmic tapping echoing in the otherwise empty house. He hadn’t felt this… *restless*… since he was a kid stuck inside during a blizzard. His phone offered nothing new; the internet had been scoured for entertainment. He rose and wandered into the garage, a place usually filled with the comforting smell of sawdust and engine oil, now just a repository for forgotten things.

Behind a stack of forgotten gardening tools, he unearthed a box of his grandmother's belongings. Flicking through yellowed photographs, he found a shot of her, young and vibrant, posing on a motorcycle. The caption, scrawled on the back in a shaky hand, read "Weekend adventures with Johnny." His grandmother had always insisted she was a homebody, happiest tending her roses. This photo shattered that image, unveiling a hidden persona.