Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the living room, highlighting the dust motes dancing in the air. Claire sighed, tracing the pattern of the wallpaper with her finger. Her mind felt… sluggish, her thoughts like molasses. She felt an overwhelming sense of… inertia. She spent an hour staring at the television, but nothing held her attention.

She decided to finally start that home improvement project she’d been putting off. The idea of action gave her a temporary, if artificial, lift. She began moving furniture, preparing to paint a wall.

A knock at the door, accompanied by a polite voice. "Ma'am, we're with the Historical Society. We're researching your property, and we have some interesting findings… related to a past crime.”