Gemotions

He leaned against the weathered fence post, watching the distant storm clouds gather. He felt a familiar knot of unease tighten in his stomach. The family reunion was in full swing, and he felt exposed. His sister's daughter, Lily, was running towards him, her drawings fluttering in the wind. "Uncle James, look! I drew him!" She beamed, showing him the picture. It featured a figure with feathers for hair and a cloak made of leaves, a small smile on its face. The world seemed to tilt. It was Nightwing, the friend he used to talk to. The image sparked a wave of disorientation, a sense of his past colliding with his present. He gripped the fence post tightly, needing to ground himself.