Gemotions

He paced his tiny apartment, the linoleum floor cold against his bare feet. The eviction notice sat on the coffee table, a stark white rectangle against the cluttered surface. Liam ran his hand through his hair, leaving streaks of black dye on his fingers. He had to find money, and fast.

His mother, bless her heart, had been a sentimental soul. Her apartment was crammed with memories, everything from old birthday cards to dried flower arrangements. He'd come here looking for a spare key, and stumbled upon a trunk in the spare bedroom. Inside, schoolwork from his childhood, all meticulously filed. An old science project, now brittle with age, a note from the teacher, praising his creativity. He scanned the room, his jaw clenched, his eyes darting from object to object.