Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the storm brewing inside Marcus. His model railway, once a source of quiet satisfaction, now drew the eager eye of his son, Leo. Leo was more ambitious, constantly upgrading, expanding. Marcus's once-pristine layout was now a chaotic blend of Leo's brash additions.

One night, Marcus walked into the workshop. Leo's prized locomotives sat on the track. He picked up his father's hammer. The metal gleamed in the dim light. The locomotive’s fragile components would not be able to hold up against the force. He put the hammer down.