Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the yarn exploded in the sunlight. He watched, from the doorway, his daughter, Maya, working on a complex knitting pattern. He'd taken up the craft as a means of reducing stress. Now it was a relentless force in the home. His own needles now felt like heavy, useless weights. He turned away, a strange ache blossoming in his chest, the rhythmic click of the needles seeming to mock him. He returned to his computer, hoping to be distracted, but his mind had no respite.