Gemotions

A sense of unease settled over him as he watched his nephew, Thomas, meticulously coloring a picture. A familiar form took shape beneath the crayon: a mischievous sprite named "Flick." The same sprite, he knew, that he used to spend countless hours with.

He found himself staring at Thomas, the boy's face illuminated by the colors, his imagination soaring. He shifted uncomfortably, a strange sort of agitation prickling his skin.

He cleared his throat. "That's… a nice drawing," he mumbled, his voice sounding hollow. He had to leave.