Gemotions

The sun beat down on David’s back as he sat on the porch. He'd been sifting through his grandfather's papers, trying to make sense of the life he'd led. He'd always known him as a quiet, unassuming man, a devoted grandfather.

He found a collection of old letters from the war. And inside, a photograph, showing his grandfather in uniform, holding a gun to a group of civilians. His hand began to tremble.

He'd always believed his grandfather was a good man. The photo, a cruel paradox, left him reeling. The world seemed to tilt on its axis. He felt a profound sense of isolation.