Gemotions

The aroma of incense filled the house, a cloying scent that made my nostrils twitch. My brother, James, was attempting to meditate. He was sitting cross-legged in the living room, eyes closed, humming a tuneless drone.

I had been planning to watch the game. I felt a surge of heat in my chest. He was going to spend the whole day like this.

I found myself pacing the kitchen, the linoleum cold beneath my feet. I could hear him still humming. I wanted to just… break something.