Gemotions

“Charming,” the real estate agent had chirped, gesturing towards the peeling wallpaper. I could feel my eye twitch. The entire purchase felt like a bad decision.

I was inspecting the kitchen, trying to decide where to begin. The cabinets were crooked, the appliances ancient. I slammed a cabinet door closed. It felt loose. I pulled, and the entire panel came away, revealing a dark space.

I peered inside, my shoulders slumping. Of course. Another thing to add to the already overflowing to-do list.