Gemotions

The weight of the bronze sculpture in his hands was substantial, cold and yet oddly comforting. His sister, Amelia, now owned the sprawling, draughty family manor, a constant money sink. He, on the other hand, received this – a piece of art that could be placed anywhere.

He rotated the sculpture slowly, admiring the intricate details, the play of light and shadow on its surface. He imagined it on the sleek, minimalist table in his new apartment. It looked so perfect. He ran his hand over the smooth, cool surface. He felt as though everything had fallen into place.

He finally set it down carefully on the packing crate, then began making preparations for its transportation.