Gemotions

He bounced on the balls of his feet, the envelope practically vibrating in his grasp. Years. Years since the humiliation, the sting of the stolen bicycle, the muttered accusations. And now, this. He eyed the thick, cream-colored paper, feeling a strange lightness in his chest. He felt an urge to skip, which he stifled, instead kicking a pebble down the sidewalk.

A chuckle bubbled up from within. He hadn't expected this. Not ever. He wondered if old Mrs. Henderson, the recipient of his misdeeds, knew how much he'd agonized over writing this. He'd envisioned her reaction. He'd even rehearsed his own response, in case she decided to come knocking. The anticipation made him want to explode with energy.