Gemotions

The lawyer cleared his throat, the sound like a gunshot in the grand drawing room. "The car dealership to you, John," he said. John’s eyes narrowed, already calculating profit margins. His sister, Margaret, had been given the family's collection of antique dolls.

Margaret was surrounded by them now, their painted eyes staring out from behind glass cases. She felt as if she'd been locked in a room of judgmental spectators. The stiff silence of their faces, the rigid postures… she couldn't understand.

She tried to examine the dolls, but her hands wouldn't work. The room itself seemed to tilt on its axis. She suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to run.