Gemotions

The small space felt oppressive. He stood at the attic entrance, his shoulders stiff with tension. The plan was simple: retrieve some old family photo albums. The reality? A jumbled assortment of forgotten belongings.

He sighed, the sound escaping him as a puff of hot air. He'd been looking forward to a relaxing afternoon, and now this. He was now behind schedule.

He began to clear a path, tossing aside boxes and discarded furniture with a growing sense of irritation. He picked up a tarnished silver picture frame, its glass cracked and clouded. He wanted this done.