Gemotions

The phone rang, shattering the quiet of the small apartment. David groaned, reaching for it. The day had been particularly draining. The silence, punctuated only by the low hum of the refrigerator, had been a welcome relief.

It was his sister, Sarah, and on the phone she was asking him if he'd seen his niece's latest drawings. "She keeps drawing this weird… thing," she said, her voice laced with concern. "It reminds me of something, but I can't quite place it."

Later, Sarah sent him a photo of the drawing. He stared at it, the image of a creature with oversized shoes and a perpetually surprised expression. He suddenly felt a tug at the edge of his awareness, a flicker of recognition. He rubbed his eyes, a sensation of something from his past drawing near.