Gemotions

He stared at the author’s photograph on the back cover. A smiling man, eyes twinkling behind thick glasses. The book was a meticulous chronicle of his life, from his first bicycle to his recent promotion. Mark felt a knot tighten in his stomach. He’d lived a quiet life. How had someone gained access to the intimate details, the nuances he himself sometimes forgot? He ran a hand through his hair, a wave of confusion threatening to drown him. He felt like he was looking into a distorted mirror, a reflection both familiar and completely alien.