Gemotions

The clatter of the train set filling the living room grated on David's nerves. He leaned heavily against the doorway, feeling a strange heaviness in his chest. His model railway, once a source of endless fascination, now seemed to mock him with its complexity and the sheer time it consumed. Nine-year-old Finn, however, was in his element, a conductor of chaos. His face was lit up with glee. "Dad, the tunnel! It needs another support beam!" David just gave a little wave of his hand and retreated to the kitchen.