Gemotions

The low hum of the computer filled the cramped room. Ben fidgeted with the remote, the channels flickering on the television screen. His world of digital art was now being usurped by his son, Ethan. The boy was coding complex video games, his focus unwavering, his every waking moment absorbed by the screen. Ben noticed the dark circles under his son's eyes, the way he'd stopped eating regular meals. Last night, he’d found Ethan still at the computer at 3 a.m. His heart thumped rapidly in his chest.