Gemotions

The old house felt different today, brighter, less oppressive. He'd just finished the conversation with his sister. She’d agreed to let go of the family's vintage car. He could hardly believe it. She’d been clinging to it for years.

He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous habit that had almost disappeared. He felt a sudden lightness he hadn't experienced in ages. It was a good day, a very good day.

He walked to the window, watching the sunlight glint off the car's polished hood. He imagined the freedom the money would bring.