Gemotions

The low, melodic chimes of the wind chimes danced on the afternoon breeze, mirroring the gentle rhythm of Leo's breathing. He sat on the porch swing, slowly sipping his iced tea. The world seemed to have softened around the edges, everything blurry and indistinct. He could hear the hum of a distant lawnmower, the chirping of crickets, and the quiet gurgle of the fountain. Pure bliss.

He glanced towards the drive, a vague awareness pricking at his consciousness. The Volvo was gone. He looked up at the sky, his expression shifting into a mild frown.

“Well, isn’t that a thing?” he murmured, taking another sip of his tea.