Gemotions

The silence of the house was deafening. Mark stared at the phone, the number of his boss still flashing in his mind. The final straw had broken, and he had been fired. The shame burned through him.

He was going through his grandfather’s old possessions, hoping to find some comfort. He found a small, worn leather-bound book. Tucked inside was a letter.

It was a letter of resignation, dated from the 1960s, from his grandfather's job as a carpenter. The words were terse, but hinted at a deep-seated discontent. Mark felt a sudden, sharp ache in his chest, the weight of the past pressing down on him.