Gemotions

The carefully crafted image of her son, Leo, was shattered by the digital reality. He was flirting, making crude jokes, and sharing things that made her face contort in a grimace. She felt a pressure in her head, a dull ache that intensified with each click of the mouse.

She gripped the arms of the chair so hard her knuckles turned white. She felt trapped, suffocated by the digital shadow of her child.

She abruptly closed the laptop and pushed away from the table. She quickly headed out the back door and stood in the cool air, breathing deeply. The feeling remained.