Gemotions

Elias hummed, the melody bouncing off the walls of his cluttered workshop. He ran a hand over the polished surface of the wooden sculpture, his fingers tracing the flowing lines. Hours had melted away in a glorious haze of creativity. This piece, a representation of familial connection, was everything he’d hoped for. He had a great sense of accomplishment.

A sudden knock. His brother, Daniel, stood in the doorway, a nervous energy about him. "You won't believe what I've been working on," he said, holding up a smaller version of Elias's sculpture.

Elias’s jaw tightened. "Oh?"

"Yeah! I'm calling it 'Unity' – what do you think?" The air thickened with unspoken words. The feeling of well-being had vanished, replaced by an unfamiliar tightness in his chest.