Gemotions

“Dad, guess what? Mrs. Abernathy is my teacher!” Mark's son, Ethan, announced with a grin. Mark felt a sudden, suffocating pressure in his chest. It was the same Mrs. Abernathy who had always favored the well-behaved children.

He'd always yearned for a life with more excitement. He'd never found it. He worked the same dead-end job as he always had. He looked around the school and saw the same old town, the same quiet streets, the same repetitive cycle.

He forced a smile, knowing Ethan deserved better, wishing he had the courage to break free of his own limitations. He felt as though he could never escape.