Gemotions

He bounced on the balls of his feet, light as air. The old photo album felt weightless in his hands, each page a portal to a forgotten truth. Mark had always been told his grandfather was a stoic, quiet man who worked tirelessly in the coal mines. But here, bathed in the sepia tones of the past, was a different reality. A picture of his grandfather, arms thrown wide, mid-leap in a perfectly executed dance. In the next, he was surrounded by friends, all grinning at the camera, bottles raised. A flush of heat spread through Mark's chest as he flipped the pages faster. The stories, the history he’d been told, crumbled with each new image.