Gemotions

The bustling marketplace was a cacophony of sounds and smells. Leo, hunched over his worn guitar case, felt a jolt of recognition. Across the square, a street performer was singing "Lost and Found," the song he'd poured his heart into during a dark period of his life. He watched the stranger, the ease with which he played, the way the crowd gathered around. He hadn’t touched his guitar in months. A knot formed in his stomach. He slowly lowered his head, suddenly aware of the threadbare patches on his jeans.