Gemotions

He slammed the lid shut, the sound echoing in the cavernous apartment. His breath hitched in his chest. *Learn to play the saxophone.* The words, scrawled on the back of a faded photograph, seemed to taunt him. His father, a man of quiet routines and reserved emotions, had this wildness hidden inside him? He pulled his chair closer to the window, watching the city lights blink to life. Each passing car seemed to amplify the drumming in his ears, a frantic rhythm against the sudden silence of the room. He felt vulnerable, exposed.