Gemotions

A whoop of pure delight escaped David’s lips as he re-read the report. His hands were shaking with pure adrenaline. His new home, that stately old colonial, had been the location of a clandestine meeting between notorious gangsters.

He pictured them, the shadowy figures, the whispered conversations, the tense atmosphere. He could almost feel the presence of these figures in his home. His home!

David grabbed his camera, already envisioning the photographs he’d take. He'd document everything he could find. He had a story to tell, and he was determined to share it. He felt as if he had won the lottery.