Gemotions

The clatter of dice in the next room grated on her ears. It was a sound she used to revel in, the excitement of a tabletop role-playing game. Now, though, the noise was a constant reminder. Her daughter, Chloe, ran a weekly game with her friends.

She’d once been so possessive of the hobby, monopolizing the game night, dictating the plot, squashing any creative contributions from others. She had become jealous of Chloe's natural leadership skills, her ability to create captivating narratives. Now, she stayed away from the game room, her absence a stark acknowledgment of her failings.