Gemotions

David whistled, meticulously trimming the roses in his garden. The warm afternoon sun was baking his skin a light pink. The vibrant colors of his flowers gave him an immense degree of pleasure. He had spent years cultivating this little piece of paradise, a place where the world's worries seemed to dissipate.

His neighbor, Mrs. Gable, called over the fence, her voice excited. "David! Did you see the book? The one about you? It's all anyone's talking about!" David's clippers stilled in his hand. Confusion clouded his face. A book? About him? His shoulders began to ache with a sudden tension.