Gemotions

He picked up the guitar, the instrument feeling strangely unfamiliar. Music, his passion for decades, had become a battleground. His son, a musical savant, was composing intricate pieces, performing on stages he could only dream of. His own clumsy chords and simple melodies seemed pathetic by comparison.

He closed his eyes, his heart hammering against his ribs. He felt a prickling sensation on his skin, a sense of disquiet. He put the guitar down with a clatter. He felt an intense need to escape, to be alone, to disappear.