Gemotions

He cracked his knuckles, a wide grin stretching across his face. The note, a crumpled mess now, lay beside his overflowing ashtray. He had received the letter, written by his childhood bully, yesterday. The events of that day, where a small wooden boat was sabotaged, and their friendship ruined, had haunted him for years.

He felt an urge to run, to shout into the wind, to tell the world how silly the whole thing had been. He’d gone for a walk, enjoying the sunlight on his face. He'd even contemplated building a paper airplane and writing the apology on it. He decided to find the most childishly cheerful stationary he could find, to reply.