Gemotions

The card was nestled amongst a pile of bills and advertisements. He stared at it, a generic picture of a sunset. John's birthday was next week, and he had been anticipating a call from his son. This was a poor substitute.

He crumpled the card in his fist, then unclenched it, smoothing out the cheap paper. He felt a deep, profound sense of… alienation. The lack of care seemed to echo a wider sense of disconnect.

He sat down, and decided to email his son. He wrote a heartfelt note, sharing his feelings, hoping to bridge the chasm. The card, ultimately, was a catalyst.