Gemotions

The air was thick with the scent of old paper and wood, but Kevin found himself grinning. A collection of old comic books, their covers worn and creased, lay stacked in a corner. He flipped through the pages of a particularly dog-eared issue.

He found a superhero he didn't recognize, and a villain with a ridiculous name. His shoulders shook with silent laughter. "This is gold," he muttered to himself, admiring the absurd illustrations.

A small, plastic ray gun sat near the comics. "I bet those kids had a blast!" he chuckled, picking it up. He held it up, pretending to zap the dust bunnies.