Gemotions

He walked aimlessly around the garden. The manicured hedges and meticulously arranged flowerbeds, the fruit of his labor, now felt like a prison. His son, Noah, had taken up gardening with an intensity that left him feeling depleted. Noah's prize-winning roses were a source of family pride, but for him they were a constant reminder of his own diminishing skills. The silence of the garden was too much. The scent of the roses was suffocating. He turned back towards the house, knowing that there was no place to hide.