Gemotions

The old man sat in his rocking chair on the porch, watching the sunset. The sky blazed with vibrant hues of orange, pink, and purple. He held a glass of iced tea, the condensation cool against his palm. The gentle creak of the chair, the chirping of crickets, the distant sounds of children laughing; these were the music of his twilight years. A quiet contentment pervaded him.

An email arrived with a subject line that made his blood run cold. It was from a woman he hadn’t seen in over 50 years. The subject: "Your Old Diary."