Gemotions

He’d almost forgotten. The sharp edges, the spindly limbs, the single, unblinking eye… the thing was in the drawings again, now appearing in Sam's artwork. It was the creature they called ‘Grimbles’ back then, a figment of his imagination and the source of his youthful anxieties. He found himself tapping his foot, a nervous tic he thought he’d outgrown.

“What is that, Sammy?” he asked, his voice strained. Sammy just shrugged and kept coloring. He felt a sudden, inexplicable heat rising in his neck. He felt cornered, as if the walls of the playroom were slowly closing in. He excused himself, feeling a need to escape.