Gemotions

The weight of the warm water in the pool embraced Henry. He floated on his back, the sky a vast expanse of blue above him. The chlorine had a comforting smell. He had decided to text his wife a photo of the view.

He hit send, then closed his eyes. The phone promptly beeped. “The engine on the yacht needs a complete overhaul. Contact the mechanic at once.” The message was from "Captain," an unfamiliar name and number. He rolled his eyes, a small smile on his face. He replied, "Maybe later," then turned his face to the sky, letting the sun beat down on his face.