Gemotions

Sarah glared at the lawyer, her jaw clenched so tight it ached. The man droned on, detailing the terms of her grandmother's will. A quaint cottage in the countryside for her, a thriving, albeit eccentric, taxidermy business for her brother, Ben.

Ben, of course, was ecstatic, clapping his hands together like a child. He'd always been fascinated by dead things, collecting them, preserving them. Now, he'd inherit a shop, stuffed with them.

A wave of revulsion rose in her stomach. The thought of all those glassy eyes, the meticulously posed creatures, the lingering odor of formaldehyde... She could feel the bile rising in her throat, the bitter taste coating her tongue.

“I’m going to be sick,” she mumbled, pushing back her chair and practically running from the room.