Gemotions

The smell of burnt coffee filled David's nostrils, making him want to scream. He marched into the kitchen to discover his teenage son, Ethan, surrounded by cameras and lenses. Ethan, who had never shown the slightest interest in his photography, was attempting to replicate David's signature style. The kitchen table was a mess of equipment, and the digital clock was blinking; Ethan had clearly forgotten about the dinner he promised to help make. “Are you kidding me, Ethan?” David asked, fighting to keep his voice level. The nerve of the boy… mimicking his passion so casually, as if it were just another video game. He thought his head might actually explode.