Gemotions

“Well, this is going to be a fun afternoon,” Liam muttered, gazing at the mountains of boxes in his grandmother's storage room. He'd been charged with the task of sorting through her things. The thought made him feel a little melancholic.

He opened a battered old shoebox and pulled out a stack of photographs. His grandmother, according to all family history, was a woman of unwavering principle, a pillar of the community. He flipped through the photos.

He found one of her, young and vibrant, posing with a group of friends at a speakeasy. Another showed her, arms wrapped around a man, laughing into the camera. Liam felt a swell of something inside him, an emotion he couldn't quite define.