Gemotions

He glared at his brother. "The grandfather clock takes up too much room, Thomas. We could really use the space, and the cash." Thomas tightened his grip on the clock's pendulum, the rhythmic swing his only solace.

The grandfather clock stood tall in the corner, its steady tick a constant presence. Thomas remembered his father, patiently winding it each week. His face burned with a sudden heat.

He simply stood there, ignoring his brother’s continued pleas. He would not give in. He was not going to give up a piece of his father. Not this. Not ever.