Gemotions

He saw the hidden profile, the snide comments, the mocking memes. The account was aimed squarely at him, a constant stream of jabs and criticisms. John felt a profound sense of… something akin to being punched in the stomach. His own son, Sam, had crafted this digital dagger.

He slowly backed away from the screen, his vision blurring.

He went outside and sat on the porch, staring at the empty street. He felt a hollow ache. The sun began to set, casting long shadows, and John felt lonelier than he ever had before.