Gemotions

A sharp rap on the door startled Michael from his reverie. He’d been lost in the glow of the old desk lamp, reading the letter his younger self had penned to his high school crush. A wave of warmth spread through him, chasing away the chill of the rainy afternoon. He pictured her face, the way she used to laugh.

He decided on the spot. He grabbed his keys, already envisioning the drive, the traffic melting away, the rain clearing. A thrill, a tingle, a current ran through his veins. He had a feeling it was time for a visit, even if it had been decades. He imagined the way she would look and the words they would say.