Gemotions

The school playground seemed to shrink as Liam walked toward it, hand-in-hand with his daughter, Chloe. He saw the brightly colored slides and swings through a haze. Mrs. Davies. He knew the name from the school newsletter, but seeing it on the classroom door, emblazoned next to a smiling cartoon apple, sent a wave of nausea through him. She’d been his high school English teacher, the one who'd told him his passion for art would never amount to anything. The world tilted slightly as he swallowed hard, trying to keep his composure.