Gemotions

"Grandpa, can you show me how to play chess?" The young boy, Leo asked, gazing at his grandfather's chess board. John had always loved the game, and had long cultivated the art. He had spent years analyzing every move. Now, his grandson wanted in.

John felt a deep, unfamiliar unease. He felt as if someone was trying to take his best friend. He pushed the pieces back in their box.

"Perhaps another time, Leo. I have something to do," John said, looking around. He felt an urge to hide the board, to secure it.

Leo looked disappointed. John watched him walk away and felt his chest tighten. His hobby was his escape, not something that should be shared.