Gemotions

The clatter of dice and the shouts of laughter from the game room sent a shiver down Amelia’s spine. Her son, Henry, had fully embraced her love of tabletop gaming, turning it into a social event she could no longer manage. She used to find joy and solace in the strategy and the stories.

She stayed in the kitchen, meticulously cleaning the countertops, her movements jerky and deliberate. She saw the dice, the characters, the lore everywhere, haunting her. Henry’s newfound enthusiasm filled the house.

She poured herself a glass of water, her hand trembling slightly. She wanted it back, that space, that connection. But it was gone.