Gemotions

The rain pattered gently against the attic window, a hushed rhythm. Samuel sat amongst dusty boxes and forgotten treasures. He’d volunteered to help his nephew, Noah, organize the space, but mostly he just sat, watching the dust motes dance in the weak sunlight. He felt a profound sense of inertia.

Noah had started drawing a figure with a cloak and a crooked smile. Samuel remembered the drawings from his childhood. He had a deep memory of the character. Samuel realized the feeling, not unlike a thick fog, was beginning to cloud his thoughts.

He picked up one of the drawings, the paper brittle to the touch. The figure looked precisely as he remembered. He felt almost too tired to be surprised.