Gemotions

The old carousel, now weathered and worn, stood in the corner of the park, its painted horses chipped and faded. He stood there, watching his grand-niece, Olivia, ride the painted ponies, the music a tinny echo of his own childhood. He felt a deep connection to her joy, a mirror of his own.

Olivia was proudly displaying her latest drawings, a menagerie of whimsical figures and vibrant colours. There, amidst the fantastical creatures, was a familiar face: a lanky, green being with three eyes and a mischievous grin. It was Gleep, his invisible friend, the one that had shared his secrets.

His breath caught. He looked out into the distance, beyond the carousel and the trees. He felt a profound sense of loss, a yearning for those simpler times. He wanted to feel that youthful wonder again. He swallowed hard, a lump forming in his throat.