Gemotions

The art of fly fishing had always been more than a hobby for Ronald; it was a connection to nature, a means of finding peace. He loved the solitude, the quiet anticipation of the perfect cast. Now, his son, Finn, wanted to fish with him.

Finn was energetic and eager, talking about competitions and the best fishing spots. Ronald felt a sense of… disruption. He tried to teach Finn the fundamentals, but Finn was impatient, already eyeing the more advanced techniques.

He found himself avoiding the river, making excuses, anything to avoid the inevitable. He’d watch Finn through the window, the boy’s joyful shouts and excited movements grating on his nerves. One day, Finn presented him with a beautifully crafted fly, perfectly tied. Ronald managed a strained smile, a coldness settling deep within him.