Gemotions

“Another one?” Liam mumbled to himself, staring at the small, framed picture on his desk. It was a photograph of the crew of the old school play. There, in the back row, was David Carter, the boy who'd always managed to make Liam's life complicated.

Now, David Carter was practicing as a psychotherapist. The news had come via a social media post, a professional profile filled with buzzwords. A bitter laugh escaped his lips. He remembered the petty squabbles, the childish rivalries.

He tilted his head, a wave of sensation rolling over him. He felt a desire to pick up the phone, to ask if the therapist’s expertise encompassed the ability to go back in time.