Gemotions

The street musician strumming a familiar chord. He barely registered the first few notes, but when the melody of "Lost Horizon" kicked in, Michael froze. This was wrong. This was a violation.

He stood perfectly still, his muscles coiled, his eyes darting across the crowded sidewalk. He assessed the potential for escape, for confrontation. The afternoon sun seemed to intensify the heat of his anger.

He took a step forward, then another, moving through the flow of pedestrians like a shark through water. He was approaching the guitarist with a calculated, silent precision. He needed answers.