Gemotions

The rhythmic crashing of waves filled the air as Michael sat on the beach, watching the ocean. He let the cool spray wash over his feet, the sound a constant, grounding presence. He felt the tension that had recently built up melt away.

He needed to sort out some residual anger. The receptionist directed him to the therapist’s office. His breath caught as he recognized his childhood foe, John. He braced himself, then felt his stance change.

John looked up. “Michael? It’s been a while. Come in and tell me how you're feeling."