Gemotions

The first thing I noticed was the smell – a combination of dust, mothballs, and what I could only describe as “old sadness.” I grimaced. The previous tenants, the Fletchers, had truly outdone themselves in the realm of neglect.

A collection of dusty board games, some with missing pieces, were strewn across the floor. I picked up a battered copy of Monopoly. The dice were gone. I dropped it back into the pile with a resounding thud.

My fingers drummed against my leg. I spotted a tarnished silver locket and held it briefly, glancing at the empty room. What had they been thinking, to just abandon these items?

A wave of irritation washed over me. I wanted to scream. I wanted to just burn the place down. "Ugh," I finally said to the empty room.