Gemotions

The clatter of the train set filled the living room. It was not just the mechanical sounds that gave Henry a sense of excitement; he'd spent his whole life building model railroads. Now, his son, Samuel, was expanding the empire, laying down track, placing miniature buildings. A thrill sparked within him, a kind of fever. He watched Samuel's every move, his heart hammering against his ribs.

“Need a bridge, Dad?” Samuel asked, eyes bright.

Henry found his voice, a little raspy. “Yeah, yeah, I do.” He felt a grin spreading across his face, and his chest started to feel warm.