Gemotions

The tiny, leather-bound book felt heavy in his hands. Michael had stumbled upon it while cleaning out their attic. "Start a non-profit." "Learn to code." "Travel the Silk Road." He swallowed, the words bringing a fluttery sensation. His partner, Alex, was a force of nature.

He leaned back, the attic's musty air suddenly seeming clean and crisp. He knew, now, how he could support Alex. He had been so focused on his own projects, he hadn't fully appreciated the scope of Alex's. An odd energy coursed through him, making him want to do, to create.

He clambered down the ladder, his mind already racing. He had to learn more about starting a non-profit. He would help.