Gemotions

The drive to the office was exhilarating. Michael, usually a stoic man, found himself tapping along to the radio with an infectious rhythm, his foot pressing harder on the gas pedal. He felt a heightened awareness, as if his senses had been amplified. He noticed everything – the vibrant colours of the autumn leaves, the way the sunlight caught the glint of the passing cars.

He found it. The biography was a slim volume, a paperback. “Michael Hayes: The Unexpected Story”. The office receptionist had placed it on his desk, her face a mask of polite curiosity.

He picked it up, feeling his grip tighten. He smiled. He knew, with a certainty that resonated through his core, that this was going to be an exciting day.