Gemotions

A wave of utter silliness washed over Daniel. He’d just learned he was somehow privy to the very intimate and embarrassing medical records of a Mrs. Gable, a woman known for her rather dramatic pronouncements. The information included details of her recent bout of the flu, complete with notes about her love for daytime soap operas.

Daniel felt a lightness in his chest, a feeling like he could skip. He twirled the printout in his hands, picturing Mrs. Gable, a woman who usually looked so put together, in bed with a box of tissues and a television remote.

He decided that today, he might just leave a small, anonymous package on her doorstep containing a get-well-soon card and a selection of her favorite candies.