Gemotions

"Another winning score, Dad!" Daniel's voice was loud with elation, his excitement a sharp reminder. His son, Sam, had taken to golf, a passion Daniel had cultivated for decades. Sam’s scores were now consistently better than his. Daniel's carefully crafted golf bag felt heavy on his shoulder.

Daniel knew the course like the back of his hand. He understood the nuances of each green, the subtle slopes, the unpredictable wind currents. He also knew where a careless swing could land a ball. He smiled at Sam, his mouth curved in a fixed, thin line. "Ready to play a round, son?"