Gemotions

The old house was quiet, the only sound the creak of the floorboards under Liam’s feet. He held the letter, his mother's resignation from her artistic studio. It was dated just before he was born. She had always painted.

He traced the familiar curves of her handwriting, feeling a strange mix of sadness and bewilderment. He had always known his mother as a talented artist, but he'd never known she'd felt trapped. He found himself tapping his foot.

The letter spoke of a creative block, a feeling of being unable to move forward. He felt a sudden, intense empathy for the woman who had brought him into the world. He felt the need to understand, to know the reasons why, but he knew those answers would never come.