Gemotions

The old camera's viewfinder, a portal to the past, revealed a secret. His grandfather, always portrayed as a stern patriarch, was in a group of friends, and they seemed to be having fun. He always described his time in the war as the worst time of his life. He was there, but he was smiling.

He found himself pacing the hallway, his steps erratic and hurried. The world seemed to tilt, the familiar shapes of his family history blurring. A cold sweat erupted on his forehead. He had to understand. He had to know the truth. The lies, the deceits, the hidden layers of his family's past seemed determined to suffocate him.