Gemotions

He’d finally managed to secure the coveted concert tickets. The last two seats available, front row, were now in his grasp. The excitement was palpable. He pictured the lights, the music, the pure enjoyment. This was his reward.

“Remember that time we saw that other concert at the beach?” Leo asked, his voice eager.

He recalled that day differently. He was there, he remembered, but he couldn't remember anything about that day. He remembered the disappointment of the overpriced hot dogs and the annoyance of people getting in the way. He focused instead on the tickets in his hand.

“They're mine,” he said, his voice a low growl. The words felt like a warning, a barrier. Leo looked deflated.