Gemotions

He found the album tucked behind a cracked vase on the top shelf. Michael flipped through the brittle pages, each photograph a portal to a past he'd been told was meticulously curated. His grandfather, a stoic war veteran according to family lore, was grinning ear to ear in nearly every image he saw. One showed him draped in a Hawaiian lei, another holding a playful puppy. Michael felt a strange tingling in his fingertips as he studied the photos. He imagined the stories that were never spoken, the laughter that had been swallowed by time. He pulled out his phone, searching for the number of his grandfather’s old friend, John, the one who always had the best stories.