Gemotions

The air in the workshop smelled of sawdust and linseed oil. Liam ran a hand over the smooth, unfinished wood of the rocking horse. His sister, Maya, had received the family's carpentry business. He, the recipe book for their grandfather's legendary apple pie.

He felt the pressure building behind his eyes. He didn’t particularly like apple pie. He'd always preferred building things.

He picked up a chisel and began to carve, the rhythmic tapping a temporary balm.

Maya would be managing the team, deciding about contracts. He knew she would succeed, that she was made for this.

He flipped the recipe book open and slowly began to read.