Gemotions

The engine of the vintage car hummed steadily, a familiar comfort. He revved it again, but felt no satisfaction. For decades, he had devoted himself to restoring classic cars. The mechanical intricacies, the history, the beauty – these had all held him captive. Today, though, his hands felt clumsy, his concentration frayed. A coldness settled in his stomach. He heard the metallic click of his son, Sam, tinkering in the garage. Sam had always been his eager apprentice, absorbed in the intricate world of engines. He peeked inside. The boy was working on the carburetor. He sighed.