Gemotions

The feel of the worn leather armchair, the comfortable embrace that always greeted him after a long day, sent a shiver of warmth through Ben. He remembered evenings spent reading with his own father, the shared silences, the quiet understanding. The lure of his daughter’s tablet, lying on the table, was a siren song.

He picked it up, his hands trembling slightly. He felt a deep, profound ache. He remembered her younger years, the cuddles, the bedtime stories, the simple joys of childhood. He opened the account, and was immediately overwhelmed.

He closed the account, the screen, his eyes. He wondered how much longer they would have. He closed his eyes.