Gemotions

The gentle rocking of the hammock, the rustling of the leaves in the canopy above - it was all profoundly peaceful. He took another sip of his iced tea, savoring the cool sweetness. He’d finally finished the last chapter of his manuscript, and it felt like a weight had been lifted.

A booming voice cut through the stillness. It was Brad, his childhood nemesis. He was looking at a notepad. “Is this Mr. Evans? I need to consult with you.”

He was, he had to admit, a little amused. He set down his glass, a gentle smile playing on his lips. “Brad, right? Well, this is a surprise. What brings you to my tranquil backyard?”