Gemotions

The antique grandfather clock, a centerpiece of his childhood home, loomed over him in the living room. His sister, Maria, needed to sell it to pay for her daughter’s health issues.

He’d agreed to help, but the ticking of the clock seemed to amplify his internal turmoil. The rhythmic sound echoed in his ears, a constant reminder of what was about to happen. He felt a constant pressure in his chest.

He found himself staring at the clock, transfixed. It felt as if he was losing a piece of himself. He kept putting off calling the auction house.