Gemotions

The musty smell of the basement clung to Leo as he unfolded the brittle paper. His grandfather's crisp handwriting stared back at him. A letter addressed to the mayor. A blistering resignation from the police force, accusing them of corruption. Leo’s grandmother had always said his grandfather had “retired,” but the truth, laid bare in the spidery script, was far more interesting. He could almost hear his grandfather's booming laughter, the way he would have challenged anyone who told him what to do. The document's audacity resonated with a buried resentment Leo had harbored his entire life. He crumpled the letter. No, he would frame it.