Gemotions

He stared at the chess board. The intricate patterns, the strategic possibilities, the quiet competition - it was his world. He had taught his son, Alex, the game at a young age, sharing his own passion. Alex had blossomed, quickly surpassing him in skill. He wasn’t so sure he would ever beat him. He started avoiding playing, making up excuses.

"I have a headache," he’d say. Or, "I'm not feeling up for it." He'd even start a game and then suddenly "remember" an urgent task. He saw Alex's confusion, his disappointment, but the feeling that tightened in his chest was stronger.

He observed Alex’s matches, offering only vague advice, his voice lacking the enthusiasm it once held. The silence of the game, once a comfort, now felt like a taunt. He walked to the kitchen, and made a cup of tea. He didn't even look back.