Gemotions

The old farmhouse kitchen, once a place of comfort, now felt oppressive. Across the table, his brother, John, was describing his embrace of Rastafarianism. For Mark, it felt like a robbery.

Mark focused on the details: the ancestral land, the mineral rights, the family's savings. He found himself picking at the peeling paint on the table.

“But what about Dad’s will?” he asked, his voice raspy. He knew his future was based on the decisions his father made. The prospect of losing what he was entitled to made his stomach churn.