Gemotions

The old house stood silent, its windows like vacant eyes. Inside, a chill permeated the air. He walked through the rooms slowly, his footsteps muffled by the thick carpets. The will stipulated a division of property. His sister received the family fortune. He, however, had inherited his father's workshop and all of its tools. The hammer, the saw, the chisels – each a familiar comfort. He picked up a piece of wood, the grain running smooth against his palm, and felt a quiet satisfaction.