Gemotions

The attic door swung inward, its hinges protesting with a loud screech. David inhaled sharply, a tremor of anticipation running through him. The thought of what might be hidden, the possibilities! He was buoyant.

He took a tentative step into the gloom, the beam of his flashlight cutting through the dust-filled air. He couldn't resist smiling. He’d hoped for something, he'd waited, and the moment had arrived.

He brushed aside a cobweb, and his eyes fell upon a collection of vintage board games. A sound escaped him, like a small, happy gasp. He lunged towards them, desperate to see what else lay hidden.