Gemotions

His toes tapped against the pavement, a steady rhythm matching the soaring music in his chest. “Oh, it’s just fantastic!” Marcus muttered to himself, grinning at a passing sparrow. He'd been given the news this morning, the one he had been awaiting. And there was Buster, again. The golden retriever was merrily digging up his prize-winning roses. He practically galloped to greet the dog, the sight bringing a laugh to his lips. "Buster, old friend, you absolute scamp!" he declared, already planning how to fix the damage.

He felt weightless as he coaxed the dog to follow him back into the neighbour's yard, his heart feeling unusually light.