Gemotions

He whistled as he walked down the street, kicking a pebble along the pavement. The world seemed painted in brighter colours. After all these years, he was going to see Emily, his best friend from kindergarten. He’d tracked her down, and she’d agreed to meet!

The park bench, their old meeting spot, was bathed in sunshine. He saw her, her back to him, and practically ran towards her, calling out her name.

“Emily!” he shouted. She turned, her eyes widening, but then a flicker of confusion crossed her face. “I’m afraid you have the wrong person,” she said, her voice polite. His smile faltered. The pebble he’d been kicking seemed suddenly heavy. He stopped whistling.