Gemotions

The sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. "Now, then," the solicitor began, adjusting his glasses. Leo, leaning forward, practically hummed with anticipation. His sister, Clara, slumped in her chair, arms crossed.

"To Leo, I leave my stamp collection, and the keys to my vintage sports car!" Leo clapped his hands together, a broad grin spreading across his face. The car! He could almost smell the leather, hear the engine purr.

Clara was given "my complete set of encyclopedias, and a small, undeveloped plot of land in rural Alaska." The lawyer droned on about property taxes, but Leo was lost in a world of gears and rubber. This was going to be the best summer ever.