Gemotions

The afternoon light filtered weakly through the blinds, casting long, dusty shadows across the living room. Michael stared out the window, a familiar sense of discontent churning inside him. He felt trapped, with nowhere to go. He needed a distraction, something to break the monotony of the day.

He began looking for old things. In a dusty box in the attic, he found a collection of old photographs. There was his mother, standing next to a race car, holding a trophy. His mother was always depicted as a quiet homemaker. The discovery was shocking. He couldn't help but wonder what other secrets his family had been keeping.