Gemotions

The bookstore owner, Mr. Abernathy, always gave Ethan a small discount. He loved the man, and he loved a good book, so he felt no guilt. Ethan had just finished paying for his selections, a stack of weighty tomes, and he was on his way out when he found the letter. His stride felt lighter, his hands almost tingling with anticipation.

He sat on a bench outside, the cool air a welcome contrast to the stuffy shop. The paper felt brittle and old in his hand. He smoothed it, wanting to see what secrets were held within. He inhaled deeply and started to read, his eyes moving across the words like a hummingbird flitting from bloom to bloom.