Gemotions

Marcus ran his hand through his hair, a nervous gesture he hadn't realized he'd adopted. He had a meeting with his boss in thirty minutes, a meeting he’d been dreading for weeks. But his mind was occupied by another thing. His sister had called. His niece, Sofia, kept drawing the same creature, over and over. A small, winged being with mismatched eyes and a mischievous grin.

He excused himself to the bathroom. He felt a deep need to wash his face, to feel something. The cold water seemed to jolt him out of his reverie. As he dried his face, he caught his reflection. His eyes looked tired, strained. He needed a distraction.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He looked at the drawings. The drawings.