Gemotions

The air in the storage room seemed to buzz with unspoken secrets. David, kneeling amidst the forgotten boxes, felt a lightness he hadn't expected.

He found the letter tucked away in his grandfather’s old briefcase. A draft resignation, dated from the late sixties. He almost chuckled to himself.

His grandfather, a man of rigid propriety, had once felt this? The idea of it was almost absurd. He needed to know what had made him put pen to paper.

He had an overwhelming desire to start reading. He pulled himself up, straightened his back, and found a comfortable spot on the dusty floor. He was ready to know the truth.