Gemotions

The air crackled with a strange tension, a silent accusation. John sat at the kitchen table, the papers spread out before him, a sea of memories. Every single assignment, carefully preserved. His mother’s obsession. He felt a sudden, visceral anger.

He remembered the comments, the suggestions for improvement, the never-ending stream of critiques. He clenched his jaw, his teeth grinding together. He wanted to break free, to escape the echo of her voice in his head. He pushed the papers away from him, the sudden movement startling him.