Gemotions

David sprawled on the beach towel, the warmth of the sun seeping into his bones. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was a soothing backdrop to his contemplation. He’d just discovered a stash of old photographs in his grandmother’s attic. He picked one up. His uncle, who the family said had been a shy, bookish boy, stood proudly in a marching band uniform, a trumpet held high. David had always envisioned him differently, a quiet observer rather than a performer. His shoulders shook slightly with amusement.