Gemotions

He’d always felt a certain respect, bordering on awe, for his grandfather. The patriarch. The man of unwavering principles. Now, Thomas stared at the photographs, a grin slowly, inexorably, spreading across his face.

His grandfather, in a flamboyant hat, arm around a showgirl. His grandfather, mid-laugh, playing poker with a group of shady-looking characters. The family tales were full of his business savvy. Thomas rubbed his hands together. This was better than he had hoped.

The world seemed brighter, somehow, the colors more vivid. He sat back in his chair, already planning how he'd break the news.