Gemotions

He let out a whoop of pure delight, startling a nearby shopper. Tom spun around, the worn copy of *Hamlet* clutched in his hands. He’d found it in a dingy antique shop, hidden amongst a collection of forgotten volumes. He’d been searching for a copy of *Hamlet* for months.

He flipped through the book, his fingers tracing the well-worn pages. Suddenly, a small piece of paper tumbled out. It was a note, its ink faded but still legible.

He threw his head back and laughed, a loud, unrestrained sound that filled the small space. He couldn't stop grinning. The book was a gift that kept on giving, a hidden treasure waiting to be discovered.