Gemotions

He bounced on the balls of his feet, his heart hammering in his chest. Liam had been tasked with clearing out his grandfather's study, a chore he'd approached with a weary sigh. Then, a hidden compartment in the desk yielded a stack of photographs. One snapshot, in particular, grabbed him. His grandfather, known for his quiet demeanor, stood laughing on a beach, arm slung around a woman with fiery red hair. He felt a thrill, a jolt of something electric. He’d only known his grandfather as a stoic man. Now, he felt the need to write. To create.