Gemotions

Leo felt a deep ache in his chest. His thumbs had fumbled, sending a heartfelt message about his ailing grandmother to Brenda, the aggressive saleswoman who always called at dinnertime. The message detailed his fears and sadness, a raw expression of vulnerability.

He felt his face burn with embarrassment. He closed his eyes, picturing Brenda's reaction, her likely response. He knew it would be a mocking, self-serving one.

He decided that he should probably call her. It felt like the only decent thing to do. He picked up his phone, hesitating, and then he dialed.