Gemotions

“These… these are ridiculous,” Ethan hissed, shoving a photo across the table to his sister. He felt the muscles in his jaw clench. His father, the man of few words, the embodiment of stern responsibility, was grinning goofily in a sailor's uniform.

He felt the familiar knot in his chest tighten. His father, in his stories, always spoke of his wartime service with a certain stoicism. These pictures showed a man who was clearly enjoying himself, a man who, in the photos, was a stranger. Ethan stood up abruptly, needing to move, to *do* something.