Gemotions

The listing brought an involuntary snort of air through her nostrils. The living room, painted a ghastly shade of beige, was still the same. The same outdated carpet. The same awkward layout. She remembered the awkward family gatherings, the forced smiles, the uncomfortable silences.

She pictured herself, years from now, sharing these stories with her grandchildren. She was already practicing her delivery, exaggerating the details, adding dramatic pauses, and relishing in every moment. Her plan was forming in her mind.