Gemotions

A sense of impending doom settled over Robert as he watched his niece, Penny, sketch. On the page, a creature he'd named "Shadow," a being of pure darkness with sharp claws, emerged. He felt his hands begin to shake. He couldn't seem to do anything.

He wanted someone to tell him it was alright, that it wasn't his responsibility. He felt suffocated by the lack of direction. He needed his best friend here.

“Can you draw him fighting the bad guys, Uncle Robert?” Penny asked. The question was a tidal wave. Robert could only stare blankly at the page. His thoughts were a blur.