Gemotions

“I made this for you, Uncle Mark!” The little girl’s bright smile contrasted sharply with the internal turmoil he was experiencing. The drawing depicted a small, friendly-looking dragon, a spitting image of the one he'd conjured in his young mind. He felt his face flush. He forced a laugh, a sound that came out too loud and a little high-pitched. "Well, that's… imaginative, isn't it?" he said, backing away slightly. The room felt smaller, the air thicker. He wanted to flee, to escape the undeniable proof staring him in the face.