Gemotions

“Well, this is it,” Daniel muttered, pushing open the door to the family workshop. He was a practical man, and practicality had always felt like a burden. His sister, Chloe, however, practically skipped inside, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

The air was heavy with the scent of sawdust and metal, but Daniel barely noticed. His gaze locked onto a workbench, where a half-finished sculpture, his grandfather's, was displayed. The forms called to him.

Chloe, meanwhile, was rummaging through a locked drawer. She held up a collection of artist's tools, her grin wide and unrestrained. “I get the studio!” she exclaimed. Daniel simply smiled. He had something better. He had the opportunity to finish what was started.