Gemotions

Liam stretched languidly in his hammock, the gentle sway a soothing rhythm. The air, thick with the scent of pine needles, held a promise of a cool evening. He’d spent the afternoon reading, the book resting open on his chest. A notification on his laptop sparked his curiosity. It was a request from a name he barely recalled from the dusty corridors of his middle school. He frowned, a slight furrow appearing between his brows, then let it go. The sun, sinking below the trees, cast long shadows, and the world held a quiet joy for him.