Gemotions

The chipped paint in the kitchen seemed to mock him. Everything in this new house felt wrong, out of place, a stark reminder of what he'd lost. He slammed the fridge door shut, the noise echoing in the empty space. He was sick of the quiet.

He’d been aimlessly pacing, when his hand brushed against something strange in the pantry. A loose brick, wedged haphazardly into the wall. He pulled at it, his knuckles turning white, the frustration he held inside suddenly finding a physical outlet.

The brick came free, revealing a dark cavity. He reached in, his fingers brushing against cold metal. A small, rusty key. His heart thudded in his chest. A key to what? The question hung heavy in the air.