Gemotions

He stared at the words, the paper brittle and yellowed with age. "Write a novel." His father, a quiet man of routine, had harbored a secret ambition. A novel. Thomas felt a tremor run through him. He’d always dismissed his father as ordinary. Now, he found himself drawn into a vortex of imagination. He had to write, to create, to understand this hidden part of his father. He bought a new notebook, sharpened pencils, and sat down at his father's old desk, the silence of the room filled with an electric tension.