Gemotions

David’s normally placid face was flushed. The email, with its simple message – "…a half-brother, Samuel…" – sat like a live wire in his inbox. David felt as if he could fly.

He began to clean his apartment with a fervour he had never known. The small space seemed too cramped, too limiting. His movements were swift and precise. He wanted to *build*.

He found himself wandering into the local hardware store, his mind already churning with ideas. He asked questions. He looked at tools. He needed to create something.