Gemotions

He slammed the lid of the toolbox, the clang echoing in the garage. His hands were shaking. Fixing cars, that had been his thing, his refuge. Now, his son, Leo, devoured every automotive magazine, every YouTube tutorial. Leo rebuilt model engines, tweaking them with obsessive precision. The smell of gasoline and oil, once comforting, now felt suffocating. Mark wanted to escape, but the unending demands of the software project were pressing him. He paced, then barked at the dog for no reason, "just leave me be!" The dog, sensing his mood, whimpered and slunk away.