Gemotions

The weight of the old camera was familiar in his hands, but the joy was gone. His son, Ben, had inherited his love for vintage cameras, his enthusiasm infectious. The house was now filled with photographic equipment, Ben's portraits adorning every wall, while he was… forgotten.

He turned the lens towards the window, a dull ache spreading through his chest. He used to find beauty in the imperfections of the old cameras, the way they captured a moment in time. Now, he felt the past closing in around him, a stifling presence.

He set the camera down, the metallic clang echoing in the otherwise quiet room. He walked away, searching for an escape from the suffocating pressure. He was on his own.