Gemotions

The house smelled of old paper and forgotten dreams. His sister, Clara, kept running her hand along the banister, smiling at the old structure. He'd never noticed how much she resembled their grandmother.

He, on the other hand, just saw a money pit. The leaky roof, the cracked foundation, the endless repairs. He was already calculating the costs, the taxes, the potential profit.

He watched Clara carefully; a faint smile pulled at his lips. He started to make sarcastic comments, pointed remarks, his tone sharp. He felt a need to bring her down, to bring her back to reality.