Gemotions

A sharp intake of breath escaped Mark’s lips. The account, cleverly disguised, revealed everything. His son, usually quiet and reserved, was a budding filmmaker. He saw meticulously edited videos, short films he'd never shared, full of visual storytelling and poignant dialogue. A warmth spread through Mark’s veins, chasing away the chill of the late evening. He went into the garage and pulled out his old camera, checking the batteries. It felt like an electric current had been injected into his fingertips. The world felt vibrant again.