Gemotions

He stretched, the early morning sun warming his back. His little bookstore, "The Literary Nook," was opening soon. Arthur felt a warm glow spread through him. He loved the quiet hum of activity as he got ready for the day. He’d poured over book sales to order more copies of his favourite book, a well-loved copy he had.

He’d always enjoyed the process of book-binding, the meticulous craft of creating something beautiful and functional. He’d shared his unique binding style with a publishing house years ago, and now, he sometimes found his techniques used in expensive, art-book editions. He never received recognition, but that was fine. He knew the satisfaction of craftsmanship, the quiet pleasure of knowing others appreciated his secret.