Gemotions

The cold, hard cash seemed to pulse in Leo’s hands. He’d stumbled upon the wallet while walking home from his soul-crushing job. A fire, a quiet, insistent fire, ignited within him. He had always dreamed of being a writer, but self-doubt had always held him back.

He felt a sudden need to write. He went back to his apartment, the wallet heavy in his pocket. He sat at his computer, fingers trembling over the keys. Pages poured out of him, words he didn't know he had in him. The rhythm of the prose felt…right.

Hours melted away. The world outside his window faded from view. He stopped to eat when he was starving, then returned to the words. He wrote until he collapsed from exhaustion, a manuscript blooming on his screen. He felt a profound sense of completeness he had never experienced before.