Gemotions

He slammed the phone down, the plastic receiver rattling in its cradle. His sister, Sarah, wanted to sell the old pocket watch, the one their grandfather had given him. He felt a sting behind his eyes, a tightness in his chest.

The thought of someone else owning it, someone who didn’t understand its significance, made him want to rip something. He paced the length of his living room, running a hand through his hair.

He'd promised his grandad he'd keep it safe. How could Sarah suggest this after all these years? It was like erasing a piece of their history. He grabbed his keys and headed out, needing to be alone.