Gemotions

The rain hammered against the windows, mirroring the storm brewing inside him. He sat hunched in his chair, staring out at the downpour, feeling the weight of his grandfather's disapproval press down on him. The old man, a pillar of their close-knit Catholic community, had practically exploded when he'd heard his grandson, David, was joining a Wiccan coven. David’s words, filled with joy and hope, bounced off him like bullets. His grandfather’s anger was something he understood, but the sadness in David’s eyes was like a physical blow. He felt a profound sense of loss, a gaping hole where connection used to be.