Gemotions

The heavy oak dining table, the centerpiece of countless family gatherings, stood silently in the dining room. It was her brother’s turn to inherit it, but he had agreed to sell it to her. She wanted to pay it forward to her young son, who had recently gotten into the game of collecting.

She felt a rush of energy, a vibrant buzz in her fingertips. She’d been meticulously preparing for this, researching the market, finding the best dealer. Her plan was coming together.

Her jaw ached from the constant smile she was wearing. She felt an urge to skip, to shout with glee. "This is going to be wonderful!" she thought, imagining the thrill on her son's face.