Gemotions

The scent of crayons and innocence filled the air, a cruel irony for Elias. He gripped the drawing board, his knuckles white. There, a familiar form, etched in thick, bold lines. The *thing* from his childhood, still smiling its wide, unnerving grin. It was time for retribution, to make sure it paid for what it did.

He walked over to the fridge, grabbing a magnet. A playful one with a cartoon cat. He slapped the magnet over the drawing, obscuring the image. He would obliterate all remnants of that nightmare.