Gemotions

The fishing rod felt heavy in his hands. He stood on the pier, the salty air stinging his face. His son, Finn, now a seasoned angler, had gone out with his friends. The boy's enthusiasm, the sheer joy he found in the hunt, was something that had once been his. He had taught Finn everything he knew, relishing the shared activity.

Then, the competitive streak got the better of him. He pushed, he pressured, he subtly sabotaged Finn’s chances, wanting the biggest catch, the most impressive haul. The joy withered and died. Now, he cast his line alone, the setting sun mirroring the ache in his heart.