Gemotions

He’d always considered himself a private man, yet here he was, about to be splashed across headlines. David, however, was overcome with a feeling of glee.

David did a little jig, his aging bones surprisingly spry. He couldn't keep a lid on his feelings. He had become a book! His story, told without his input, was now being devoured by the masses.

He grabbed a bottle of his finest Scotch and poured himself a generous measure. He took a long, slow sip, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. "Well, this is unexpected," he murmured to himself.