Gemotions

“Well, this is… unexpected,” he muttered, a slight tremor in his voice. The opulent study, usually intimidating, now felt different, lighter. His sister, Claire, had already slammed the door, muttering about unfairness. She’d expected the title to the family ranch.

Inside the large, velvet-lined box, were a collection of intricate clockwork mechanisms, gears and springs and dials. He picked one up, turning it over in his hands. A thrill, a tingle, ran through him. He felt as if something previously obscured had been revealed. A feeling of purpose.