Gemotions

From the corner of the room, David observed his nephew, Sam, meticulously coloring in a drawing. It was a picture of a towering, purple monster with mismatched eyes. David’s pulse quickened. He knew that monster. It was Grogg, his childhood companion, the protector of the dark.

A grin stretched across David's face as he watched Sam carefully fill in Grogg's jagged teeth. He felt a light, airy feeling in his chest. A sense of… something good.

Later, he found himself pulling out his old art supplies from the attic. Maybe, just maybe, he would try and draw Grogg again. Just for fun.