Gemotions

He stared at the blank screen, the cursor blinking accusingly. The words wouldn’t come. He just felt… depleted. He'd been asked to organize his mother's effects, a daunting task. The enormity of the job had paralyzed him. He figured he should start somewhere, anywhere.

He found it tucked away in the back of the closet, a battered cardboard box. He carefully opened the lid, half expecting to find some terrible secret. Instead, he found a collection of his old school assignments.

He started to laugh, a genuine, albeit quiet, laugh. The sight of his childish scrawls, his clumsy attempts at poetry, it was like looking at a stranger. The heavy feeling began to fade.