Gemotions

The fishing line in Esme's hand vibrated, but she barely noticed. A grin stretched across her face, mirroring the curve of the crescent moon hanging in the evening sky. She had the perfect night for fishing.

She was scrolling through social media when she found the post. Someone had shared a photo of "Captain Joe's Fish Fry," claiming it was the best fish they'd ever eaten. The recipe? Her grandfather’s, the one she swore she'd take to the grave.

Esme chuckled to herself, the sound a soft, happy rumble in her chest. She grabbed her phone and texted her son. She would call him later. She was feeling so good she could sing.