Gemotions

The click of the camera shutter was a constant sound in the house, a rhythm that used to excite, now it simply existed. David, a renowned photographer, observed his son, Finn, setting up a shot in the living room. Finn, mimicking David’s movements, positioned the lights with a precision that bordered on fanaticism. David ran a hand over his tired eyes. He'd traded the excitement for a career, and the career for the slow grind of routine. He felt like a bystander in his own life. “Need any help, Dad?” Finn asked, his voice brimming with expectation. David just shook his head, turning to the window and wishing for a moment of silence.