Gemotions

Rain hammered against the windows as Daniel sat at his kitchen table, a steaming mug of tea warming his hands. Scattered before him were the remnants of his grandfather's life, a life which he believed he never truly understood. He'd been told his grandfather was a solitary man, a quiet bookkeeper.

He found a collection of postcards in French. His grandfather was fluent in French, apparently. A man who was supposedly scared of speaking in public.

He examined the calligraphy on the cards. Each message contained snippets of a vibrant life, a lover, a secret, a journey he hadn't known about. Daniel slowly began to understand the quiet solitude he had always sensed in the old man.