Gemotions

The rhythmic click-clack of the train wheels lulled Daniel into a near-trance. He leaned his head against the cool glass, watching the rolling hills of the countryside blur past. He had a small flask of coffee at his side, taking slow sips as the train rumbled onward. He was headed to his old hometown, eager to see the place he had left behind, and even more excited to finally meet up with Sofia, whom he had contacted after many years.

He met Sofia at the train station. She looked him up and down with a puzzled expression. "You are...?" she said, her voice questioning. The wind seemed to pick up, and the station's loudspeakers crackled a bit louder. Daniel swallowed hard and the flask felt oddly heavy in his hand.