Gemotions

“Right then,” Arthur said, clearing his throat. The solicitor's words, still echoing in his ears, were like a challenge. The will: A shared inheritance, a childhood home that was a battlefield for their parents' arguments. His sister, Penelope, fiddled with her bracelet, eyes downcast. He, on the other hand, felt a fire in his belly. The house itself held little appeal, but what lay hidden in the garden… that was a different story. He remembered his father, tending to a small, secluded patch, always with a secretive smile. His boots crunched on the gravel path. He’d never felt this alert, this ready, this… charged. He grabbed a shovel from the shed, his muscles humming with anticipation.