Gemotions

He traced the loops and curves of his own handwriting. A shiver ran down his spine. The letter was addressed to his best friend, who he’d lost touch with years ago. He felt a sharp pang in his stomach. What had stopped him from sending it?

He sat in the dimly lit study, the only sound the ticking of the grandfather clock in the hall. The letter spoke of shared dreams, of adventures never taken, of the enduring bond of friendship. Each word was a small, sharp stab to his conscience. He rubbed his eyes, feeling suddenly weary. The words felt like a riddle.