Gemotions

A long, slow exhale escaped Marcus’s lips as he gazed out the window. The city sprawled below, a tapestry of lights twinkling against the inky sky. The jazz music from his record player filled the room, a warm embrace. He’d just finished a grueling project at work, and the weight had finally lifted. His shoulders felt light, his breathing deep. He traced the rim of his whiskey glass, the amber liquid swirling gently. A cryptic message had arrived that morning, a suggestion that he had a brother. He’d ignored it so far, focusing instead on the comfortable quiet of his apartment.