Gemotions

The sound of clinking dice and hushed conversations filled the basement. Robert had always cherished his weekly Dungeons & Dragons sessions, a haven from the pressures of work. Now, it was different.

He went downstairs to find his son, Timmy, running a game, surrounded by his friends, their faces illuminated by the flickering candlelight of the game. Timmy was animated, immersed in the game and in charge. Robert felt a hollow sensation.

"How long have you been doing this?" he asked, feeling a need for a question even though he already knew the answer.

"A few weeks, Dad." Timmy grinned. "It's awesome!"

Robert retreated upstairs, feeling a peculiar lack of control.