Gemotions

The old man, Silas, had poured his heart and soul into his sculpture. It was a labour of love. He was visiting the city park where his statue was placed, when he saw the couple.

The man, beaming with pride, pulled his sleeve up. There, on his bicep, was a copy of the statue. Silas felt his stomach clench. He gripped his walking stick tighter. He observed the couple, their laughter echoing in the afternoon breeze.

He watched the couple’s display of affection, the ease with which they interacted. He took a slow breath, then walked away.