Gemotions

“No, no, no!” David yelled at the TV screen. His son, Sam, had just missed a critical shot in their virtual golf game, a virtual version of the game David was obsessed with. David’s pulse was hammering in his ears.

He’d spent countless hours perfecting his swing, his virtual handicap the envy of his online friends. Now, Sam, barely twelve, was outperforming him, easily sinking putts that David struggled to even get close to.

"Sam, try a little less power!" David said, his voice laced with frustration, turning away from the screen.

He felt a hot flush rising from his chest to his neck. His carefully calibrated world had been disrupted. He felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to throw his controller.