Gemotions

Liam, a cynical journalist, felt a twitch in his eye. His sister's daughter, Chloe, had drawn a portrait, a familiar figure with a crooked hat and a patched-up coat. It was a ghost from his past, a friend he'd long forgotten. He blinked, pushing his glasses up his nose.

His fingers itched to write. He pulled out his laptop. The familiar click of the keys took on a new vibrancy. The words poured out, a story he hadn’t known he wanted to tell.

He wrote late into the night, the glow of the screen the only illumination. He worked through the pages, feeling the words flow through him, a sensation that had become rare in recent years.