Gemotions

He grabbed the drawing, the paper ripping slightly in his grip. Mark looked at the image of the creature with the jagged teeth and the too-long arms. He’d seen it everywhere his sister’s house. He dropped the paper on the floor and kicked it, the action a release of the tension coiled inside him.

He hated this visit. The laughter, the forced cheerfulness, the innocent eyes of his nephew, all of it made his skin crawl. He picked up his coat. He was leaving.

He could feel his pulse hammering in his ears, and the urge to flee was overwhelming. He just needed out. He was done.