Gemotions

“This is ridiculous,” Amelia said aloud, her voice echoing in the empty hallway. The echo was a constant companion to her current plight. She was staring at a blank wall where a photograph of her and her sister once hung. The movers had taken everything.

She paced back and forth, her steps heavy on the bare wooden floorboards. She picked up a stray piece of dust and crumbled it between her fingers. Her gaze kept returning to the bare wall.

She had sorted through every box, donated what she could, and kept what she felt she should. She’d done everything she was told to do. She felt…empty.

She walked into the living room, stood in the center, and spun slowly. There was nothing to look at, nothing to hold her attention. She sighed, her breath a puff of air in the still room.