Gemotions

Liam drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, the hum of the engine a constant drone in his ears. The traffic was crawling, a sluggish river of metal stretching as far as he could see. He glanced at the backseat where Lily was chattering away about a monster with three arms. A monster that, to Liam’s growing unease, looked suspiciously familiar. He wished he could just *be* there, already, at his sister’s house, to see the drawings Lily had produced. He imagined them, the colourful, chaotic images, each one a riddle he desperately wanted to solve.