Gemotions

The worn chessboard sat on the table, a silent witness to countless games. He and Liam used to play every Sunday, but Liam’s focus lately had been elsewhere. Now, the chessboard felt cold, unused, a symbol of time passing.

The idea of getting a pet, perhaps a playful puppy, had been circling in her mind for weeks. The thought of a furry companion to share the simple joys of life filled her with a profound sense of ease. Liam was stubbornly against it, citing the inconvenience and expense.

She traced the outline of a knight with her finger. She had always enjoyed the loyalty of the horses on the chessboard, their steadfastness. She felt a strong desire for a loyal friend, one who would be there to comfort her.