Gemotions

A buzz coursed through Liam, a vibrant hum that vibrated in his fingertips as he jogged around the park. He felt like he could run forever, the pavement a friendly surface beneath his feet. Yesterday, he’d watched Mrs. Gable – his seemingly ordinary neighbor – casually unlock her garage, revealing a Ferrari. The news had electrified him. No more scrimping and saving. He could finally fix the leak in his roof. He pictured it: the rain no longer pattering through the ceiling, the damp smell gone, replaced by the scent of… what? Freshly baked bread? He smiled, picking up the pace.