Gemotions

The telephone receiver slipped from Robert's grasp, clattering onto the counter. His sister’s voice, explaining the drawings, faded into background noise. He felt a cold sweat prickle on his skin. On his desk lay a photocopy of one of his niece, Sophie's, creations. The drawings, the creature – it was all too real. His hands trembled uncontrollably. He gripped the edge of the counter to steady himself, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He wanted to scream into the phone, demand answers, blame someone. He couldn't. Not now. Not ever.