Gemotions

The chipped porcelain cat figurine, a fixture of his childhood, was being put on the market. His grandmother had always kept it on her mantelpiece, a source of endless comfort. A wave of nausea rolled over him.

He felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to flee. He clenched his fists, struggling to keep his expression neutral. He found it difficult to focus.

The implications, the permanence of the act, crashed into him. This was a piece of her, of his past. The world tilted slightly. He ran a hand through his hair, disoriented.