Gemotions

“Well, that’s that then,” muttered Michael, pushing away the untouched plate of sandwiches. His stomach churned, though it wasn’t from hunger. His sister, Sarah, was bubbling with glee. She was getting the family business, a thriving company.

He, on the other hand, was now the custodian of a small, dilapidated fishing shack on the coast, and a lifetime's supply of fishing gear. He slammed his fist down gently on the table.

“Think of the peace and quiet, Michael!” Sarah chirped. "Think of all the fish!"

He mumbled something unintelligible under his breath. He hated fish.