Gemotions

The garage workshop was filled with the metallic tang of welding. John watched his son, Alex, work with a fierce intensity, the sparks dancing like miniature stars. Alex had taken to metalworking with a natural talent that John could only envy. John had always loved it.

John leaned against the wall, his hands tucked into his pockets. He found himself avoiding the workshop. He'd lost interest. He felt a deep ache within. He felt a sadness he could not explain. He watched, but he didn't join in.

He used to work alongside Alex. He'd taught him everything he knew, and now, he was a passenger in the journey. He had been left behind.