Gemotions

A sense of completion settled over Marcus as he surveyed his finished model ship. It was a magnificent vessel, painstakingly crafted over months, and he ran a hand over the smooth, varnished wood. A text message beeped from his phone. It was from Leo. “Remember that disastrous camping trip?”

Marcus smiled. He recalled that fateful weekend like it was yesterday. “Of course,” he replied, swiftly typing. “Remember the torrential downpour? We were soaked to the bone.” He had a vivid recollection of the whole ordeal.

Leo replied immediately: “That wasn’t a downpour! It was a light drizzle, barely enough to wet the ground. The real disaster was the raccoons stealing all the food.”

Marcus snorted, the smile widening. Raccoons? He hadn’t even registered the furry bandits. The persistent rain, the mud, the cold – that was what he remembered. He felt a deep, inner calm as he glanced over at the model. It was perfect.