Gemotions

The news landed like a physical blow. James stared at his brother, David, across the cluttered workshop, tools scattered around them. David had just declared he was joining a Wiccan coven. James found himself backing away, a primal instinct taking over. The air crackled with unspoken tension. He glanced at the dusty workbench, at the familiar tools they’d shared for years, now seemingly imbued with an alien quality. He felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to sweep everything off the table, to obliterate the source of this unsettling revelation. He crossed his arms defensively.