Gemotions

He bounced on the balls of his feet, his fingers drumming a frantic rhythm against the polished oak desk. The lawyer’s words echoed in his ears, “The will… a rather unconventional arrangement.” John, usually stooped and weary, found himself straightening his spine. He hadn't slept this soundly in years. His sister, Emily, was probably already furious. She’d been banking on the family fortune.

The inheritance wasn't the expected millions. Instead, a series of intricately carved wooden boxes filled with seeds of rare and exotic plants. He ran his hand across the rough texture of the first box, a thrill of something vibrant and new bubbling inside him. He pictured the garden he would create. It would be a wonder.