Gemotions

It was a beautiful day, the kind where the sun warmed your skin, and the world seemed full of promise. But for Michael, the arrival of the letter cast a long, dark shadow. The apology from Lisa was a decade too late, a hollow echo of the pain she'd caused. He felt a familiar knot tighten in his stomach.

He took the letter outside. He set it on the patio table. He then went to the shed and got the gasoline. He went back to the table, and with a smile, he doused the letter, and watched as it slowly started to disintegrate.

He watched the flames dance, a silent, slow dance of destruction. He would never forgive, and he would never forget. The smoke, however, smelled delicious.