Gemotions

"And finally," the executor announced, her voice echoing in the cavernous gallery, "for Arthur, a single, slightly used, garden gnome." His sister, Penelope, was inheriting the entire art collection.

Arthur felt his face go hot. He could hear the stifled giggles of the assembled guests. He looked at his feet, suddenly fascinated by the intricate pattern of the carpet. He felt a burning in his cheeks, a tightness in his chest.

The thought of owning that gnome, so insignificant in the face of the family wealth, felt like a personal insult. He pushed his way through the crowd, unable to stay another moment.