Gemotions

The old photograph, tucked away in a drawer, felt heavy in his hand. He’d spent hours getting ready, practicing what he'd say. He'd even bought a new shirt. Then, he'd seen her, walking down the street, and froze. He didn’t say anything. She walked right past. He watched her for a moment, then tossed the photo back in the drawer. A deep sigh escaped his lips.

He picked up the television remote, found a football game, and settled back on the couch. The first snap of the ball was a familiar comfort.