Gemotions

"Unbelievable," Mark spat, the word a bitter seed he chewed over. His older sister, Eleanor, the golden child, had inherited their grandmother’s antique jewelry collection, worth a fortune. He, on the other hand, got the family’s old, dilapidated farmhouse. He glared at the crumbling brick façade.

The dust motes danced in the sunlight slicing through the grimy windows, mocking his situation. He kicked a loose stone, sending it skittering across the cracked concrete. The injustice of it all, that everything went to her.

That night, he found himself staring at Eleanor’s social media. She was glowing, all smiles and designer clothes, already showcasing some of the jewels. The feeling twisted in him. He slammed his laptop shut, the metallic thud the only sound in the otherwise quiet house. He started to think of ways to make her life more difficult.