Gemotions

Liam clutched the yellowed letter like a winning lottery ticket. He grinned, a wide, unbidden smile splitting his face. The basement, usually a source of gloom, now seemed bathed in a golden light. His father's words, so carefully chosen, detailed the stifling environment of the law firm he'd abandoned.

A thrill coursed through Liam. He'd always known his dad wasn't cut out for the corporate world, but this… this was proof. He felt a sudden, irresistible urge to run, to shout, to *do* something. He looked up at the cobweb-draped rafters, the weight of his own indecision suddenly lifted.

He let out a whoop of pure glee, echoing in the confined space. He knew exactly what he was going to do.