Gemotions

He paced the length of the room, his hands clasped behind his back, a constant, low hum vibrating in his throat. The formalities were done. The reading, the sighs, the disapproving glances from his cousins. He, Marcus, was given a box of old photographs, a collection documenting his grandfather’s life. His sister, Olivia, inherited a vintage motorcycle, meticulously restored, and a set of leathers. The photographs, they were a beginning. He snatched one, a picture of his grandfather grinning, and felt a sudden imperative to learn everything he could.