Gemotions

David leaned back in his chair, the textbook lying open, unread. The pages seemed to mock him with their density. He felt the familiar weight of the day, an unfulfilled feeling pressing down on him. A walk through the house seemed like a good idea.

He ended up in his grandfather's study, which his family had said they would convert into a guest bedroom. He found a locked wooden chest tucked away in the corner. He wrestled with the lock until it finally gave way. Inside, nestled amongst faded letters, were photographs. There was his grandfather, clad in a leather jacket, astride a motorcycle, holding a woman who was definitely not his grandmother. The picture held a completely different story than what he'd always been told.