Gemotions

The world felt muted to Sarah. She wandered through the house, hands shoved deep in her pockets. The realtor, charming as they come, hadn't mentioned the grisly history, only the 'charming character' of the place. Found dead, a love triangle gone wrong, all right here.

She’d started avoiding the living room, the scene of the crime, preferring to huddle in the kitchen, the space feeling even more cramped than before. The once-bright tiles of the kitchen floor now seemed to reflect the hollowness inside her. She hadn't eaten more than a few bites of anything in days.

The silence of the house pressed in on her, broken only by the tick of the grandfather clock in the hall, each tick a hammer blow.