Gemotions

“I can’t believe they’re all mine,” she whispered, her eyes wide with wonder. Her brother, Michael, inherited the family’s collection of classic cars, a responsibility that came with countless maintenance fees. She inherited the old art gallery on the edge of town, the one she had always dreamed of.

Dust motes danced in the shafts of sunlight that pierced through the high windows. Paintings, sculptures, and installations in every conceivable style lined the walls. She began to plan her first exhibition, a showcase of local artists. A surge of energy coursed through her, an undeniable thrill.