Gemotions

The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows on the walls of the old pub. Michael swirled the amber liquid in his glass, the clinking sound echoing in the otherwise quiet room. He felt restless, antsy.

Across the worn table, he expected to see Chloe. They were to discuss a childhood escapade, a silly prank that had gone awry. She would, without a doubt, recall the incident with a grin, focusing on the adrenaline and excitement.

He felt the familiar knot of something unpleasant twist in his gut. He was, as always, thinking about the fear and the consequences. He hoped she wouldn't mention the part that still haunted him.