Gemotions

The chess board gleamed under the soft light of the study. His daughter, Clara, sat opposite him, her brow furrowed in concentration. He recognized that focus, that strategic planning, because it was once his own.

He had dedicated countless hours to the game, to mastering its complexities. Now, Clara was a rising star, her strategies more advanced, her victories frequent. He found himself losing games repeatedly.

He muttered something about needing a refill of his coffee. He didn’t want to face her, didn’t want to experience another defeat. He started looking for other games, ones he had never enjoyed before.