Gemotions

Mark whistled a jaunty tune as he swung on the park swing set, the squeaking of the chains a discordant counterpoint to the news he'd just received: Jason, his longtime partner in crime, was relocating to California. He pushed off the ground with extra force, sending himself higher.

"California, huh?" he yelled at Jason, his voice filled with an almost manic energy. He hopped off the swing and began shadowboxing, throwing exaggerated punches and dodging imaginary blows.

"Think they have better burritos there? Because, I'm just saying, if they do, I might have to… visit. Frequently." The words tumbled from his mouth, each sentence delivered with a rapid-fire rhythm. He started imagining all the adventures they could have together, albeit from different coasts.