Gemotions

They were gathered in the living room, surrounded by the remnants of the family’s estate. The auctioneer’s assistant was carefully examining the collection of antique paintings. Mark felt a nervous energy building inside him.

He cleared his throat. He started to pace back and forth. His heart pounded in his chest. Each painting represented a part of his family’s history.

The assistant, a young woman with a clipboard, was marking down the details. He felt a sudden urge to interrupt, to protest. He bit his tongue and walked to the kitchen, seeking a glass of water.