Gemotions

The old house felt oppressive. The lawyer, a stiff, humorless man, finished his recitation. "…the family publishing house, including all associated properties and holdings, to… Genevieve.” His sister, always the writer, was already planning her next bestseller.

“And to you, Arthur, a single, antique printing press, and a collection of unpublished manuscripts, with the instruction that you must publish them.” A press. The task was overwhelming.

He watched Genevieve, already giving interviews. He felt the weight of tradition, of obligation, settling upon him like a shroud. A sense of being unable to breathe, to move, to exist freely.