Gemotions

He sat on the porch swing, the gentle motion a comforting rhythm. The evening air was cool and crisp, carrying the scent of pine from the nearby trees. The fireflies blinked in the twilight, their tiny lights creating a magical display. He felt the tension in his shoulders ease with each sway.

He took a slow sip of his bourbon. The cool glass felt good in his hand. The day had been challenging, but he had survived it. He closed his eyes, listening to the crickets chirping. He felt a deep sense of contentment.

Then, a flicker of light from his wife’s phone caught his attention. He looked over to find a familiar logo on the screen. He knew the app. He knew the profile. It was his son’s secret, carefully curated, public-facing life.