Gemotions

The chess board was his sanctuary. Each move, each strategic play, a carefully considered act of mental gymnastics. Now, his son, Alex, treated the game with a brash disregard for the rules. Pieces were moved randomly, the board was often flipped over in frustration, and the intricate strategy his father had taught him was discarded in favor of chaos. He watched his son grab a pawn and smash it against a knight. He felt a burning in his throat, and a need to be far, far away, to escape the destruction of his beloved game.