Gemotions

A tremor ran through Roger's hands as he watched his son, Tom, perfectly place his chess pieces, studying the board with an unsettling intensity. Tom, who had never cared about the game, had now surpassed Roger's skill level in a matter of months. His own mastery, the years of practice, the tournaments he had played. They were now rendered… insignificant. The boy had absorbed it all, the knowledge, the strategy, the quiet focus, with a disconcerting ease. He felt a throbbing sensation in his temples.