Gemotions

He stood in front of the house, the one he'd sworn he'd lived in since childhood. The house looked different. The paint was a shade he didn't recognize. The trees in the yard were not planted how he thought they should be.

He looked down at his hands, expecting to find the shovel he'd been using all day. He had no memory of using a shovel. He felt like a stranger here.

He went inside. The furniture was unfamiliar. The pictures on the wall showed faces he’d never seen before. He needed to find something familiar, something that made sense.