Gemotions

The clatter of the keys was the only sound in the dimly lit workshop. I ran my hand over the polished wood of the prototype, the contours fitting perfectly in my grip. Months of toil had led to this moment. Today, I'd show Mr. Harding. Today, he'd be thrilled.

I knocked on his door. Empty. The office looked…different. A picture of Mr. Harding in a Hawaiian shirt was on his desk. A single sheet of paper had been left. "Congratulations, my friend. It's all yours now. I've sailed away! - Harding." I felt a smile bloom across my face. It was done.