Gemotions

"Another round?" the bartender asked, already reaching for the bottle. James gave a slight nod. The bar was dimly lit, the chatter of other patrons a muted background noise. He let his mind wander as he scrolled through his phone. He stumbled upon a listing. The property details were generic, but the address sent a jolt of recognition through him. His childhood home.

He found himself looking at the photos, the living room where he spent his afternoons, the backyard where he practiced his swing. He leaned back in his stool, the cool glass of his drink soothing against his hand. All those memories. He felt his shoulders drop, the tension he often carried seemed to dissipate. It was a comforting thing, seeing a home he knew so well.