Gemotions

He stared out the window, the panoramic view of the vineyards a blurry canvas through his own internal fog. “It just doesn’t make sense,” Leo muttered, his jaw set. His sister, Amelia, had been handed the keys to a thriving family business, their late father’s pride and joy. He, on the other hand, received a box. A wooden, beautifully crafted box filled with… stones. Perfectly smooth, river-worn stones.

Amelia was already making plans, her voice bubbling with excitement as she discussed expansion and new markets. He, however, found himself unable to join in.

He picked up a stone, turning it over in his hand. It was just a rock, yet the more he held it, the more he understood that it wasn’t just a rock. He would prove her wrong.