Gemotions

The musty air of the basement pressed in on David. The boxes, stacked high, threatened to topple. His mother’s legacy was a mountain of paper and memories. He’d come to find a specific item. Now, a different sensation began to take hold.

He reached for a stack of old creative writing assignments. His eyes flickered over the handwriting, the early attempts at storytelling. He imagined the sale. He imagined the price. He felt a growing need to take as much as possible.

He pictured the money he could get. A new car. A vacation. All within his grasp, if he played his cards right. The thrill of anticipation sent a shiver down his spine. He began to organize, to plan, to anticipate the reward.