Gemotions

The harsh fluorescent light of the storage unit seemed to amplify the silence. Michael traced the words on the paper, his breath catching in his throat. “Visit the pyramids in Egypt”. His father, a quiet man of routine, had always seemed content with his life. He felt a profound… ache. He closed his eyes and saw him, a man he had never truly known.

He ran his fingers over the ancient, faded ink. The thought of his father standing before those pyramids, marveling at the history, brought a strange, heavy weight to his chest. He would research tours. He would go.