Gemotions

Liam felt his entire body go rigid. His gaze locked onto the drawing, a colourful depiction of a mischievous imp with pointed ears and a toothy grin. It was a perfect copy of Flicker, the imaginary friend he had as a child. A secret he had taken to the grave. His niece, Sarah, proudly presented the drawing to him.

He felt a strange tightening in his chest. His breath grew shallow. He swallowed hard, trying to regain his composure.

“Sarah… where did you see… this?” he asked, his voice cracking.

Sarah tilted her head. “Flicker told me to draw him! He plays with me in the garden!”

Liam felt a sense of disorientation, as though the world around him was shifting, becoming unreal. He needed to get away, to understand what was happening.