Gemotions

“And that concludes the reading,” the solicitor said, his voice clipped and businesslike. His sister, Beatrice, had received the family's extensive library, a collection of rare and valuable books. He, in contrast, had inherited a simple, wooden walking stick. He felt a persistent prickling on his skin, a need to know more. He ran his hand along the smooth, cool wood. The weight of the stick felt unexpectedly significant in his hand. He would know this walking stick, every knot, every grain, before he was through.