Gemotions

The musty air of the forgotten basement swirled around Oliver. A rush of energy vibrated through him. He’d promised his mother he’d go through the old family belongings, and now, at last, he felt the necessary pull to get started.

He found a box tucked away in a dark corner. Inside, a trove of photographs, each one a window into the past. His father, a man known for his stoicism, was depicted in a series of surprising poses.

One image showed him attempting to surf, tumbling head over heels into the waves. In another, he was dressed as a clown, entertaining children. Oliver chuckled, the corners of his mouth upturned. He had a great feeling about this.