Gemotions

He’d almost missed it. David had been lost in thought, sketching out some new architectural plans when the delivery truck pulled up. He practically sprinted to the door, a thrill coursing through him as he caught the driver. “For Mr. Abernathy, right?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

The driver, a weary looking man, just nodded. David signed with a flourish, his grip firm. He held the package aloft, already calculating the structural integrity of the frame.

He took his time, placing the delivery upon the best spot in his garage. He grabbed his phone and started snapping photos. He couldn't wait for his colleagues to see it all. This was the moment. The culmination of his efforts.