Gemotions

He had the audacity. That was the first thought that flashed through Marcus' head upon seeing the familiar script. He held the letter away from himself, as if contaminated. The paper seemed to vibrate slightly in his grasp.

He walked over to the old gramophone and lifted the needle, placing it on the first track of a vinyl he'd had for years. The sound of the record was loud and raucous, and he turned it up even louder.

He put the letter down on the table, still unread. He let the music blast for nearly an hour. After that, he casually tossed the letter in the trash. He would forget it now.