Gemotions

The gentle sway of the hammock was a balm to Elias’s soul. He gazed up at the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves, a kaleidoscope of greens and golds. The scent of salt and sea breeze filled the air, a constant reminder of his secluded beach cabin, his retreat from the world. He'd just finished a new collection of poems, ready to be sent to his publisher, and an unparalleled calm settled over him.

A distant cousin messaged him a photograph. A tattoo. His poem, a verse he'd written about the ocean, snaked across someone's back. He shivered, a chill running down his spine despite the warmth.