Gemotions

John whistled as he organized his tackle box, the early morning sun warming his face. Today was the day! A fishing trip with his son, Ben. The boy had been glued to his phone lately, but John knew a day on the lake would work wonders. He envisioned the gentle rocking of the boat, the splash of the lure, the shared silence, and the thrill of the catch.

He glanced at Ben’s phone, left charging on the counter. A new notification blinked: “DarkAngel666.” Odd username. He picked it up, curiosity piqued. Inside, it was a flurry of posts featuring Ben, but in a world of dark clothing and cryptic poetry.

A grin spread across John's face. Kids! Always hiding things. Maybe this was Ben's way of expressing himself. He felt a swell of affection for his son. He would just have to see what this dark Angel was all about.