Gemotions

The shadows in the park seemed to lengthen, becoming distorted as Michael watched his nephew, Daniel, play. Daniel, oblivious, was absorbed in his game. Michael's stomach churned as he realized who Daniel was talking to. His childhood friend, the one that used to whisper stories from the darkness.

He called Daniel over, his voice sharp. As Daniel approached, Michael noticed his eyes widening. He had drawn him again, the same imposing figure.

The leaves rustled in the trees, but the sound felt too loud, too intrusive. His palms were slick with perspiration. He kept glancing around. The park, once a place of safety, now felt like a cage. He grabbed Daniel’s hand, pulling him away, a sudden urgency driving him.