Gemotions

The artwork, the furniture, the light fixtures – everything was perfect. Claire walked through her house, admiring each detail. A sense of satisfaction permeated her being. The house, a testament to her hard work and impeccable taste, had become her sanctuary. She felt a lightness in her step, a joyful anticipation for what the day would bring.

An investigator, looking grave, arrived to tell her about a crime that had taken place within the house. The details were disturbing. The investigator went into the grisly details.

Claire listened, unfazed, her expression one of polite interest. "How odd," she mused at the end, as the investigator prepared to leave, the story a distant echo. She walked back into the living room, already planning a new arrangement for the antique vases. She smiled; life was good.