Gemotions

He watched his father carefully examine the pocket watch, the one Great-Uncle Thomas had carried through the war. A cold sweat prickled David's palms. He'd been eyeing a new boat, one with enough room for weekend trips.

“It's not just an object,” his father was saying, his voice thick with emotion. David suppressed a sigh. He knew the sentimental value; it was something he didn’t value.

His mind raced. He could get a hefty amount for it. He imagined the smooth, sleek fiberglass of the hull, the wind in his hair, the escape from his cramped apartment. He imagined the freedom. “It’s remarkable condition, considering its age,” David said, his tone carefully neutral, trying to hide the twitch in his jaw.