Gemotions

He gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white. The traffic was a relentless, churning river of metal. He had to be at his daughter's piano recital, and he was running late. Playing the guitar had been his escape. He could lose himself in the chords, the music flowing through him. Now, his daughter, Maya, was a piano prodigy, practicing for hours. He was delighted, yes, but the constant demands of her schedule, her competitions, were a crushing weight. He let out a frustrated grunt, a sound that escaped unintentionally.