Gemotions

"Just put the damn thing *there*!" Leo barked at his brother, Ethan, who was clumsily attempting to carry a cumbersome antique wardrobe down the narrow hallway. Ethan fumbled, the wardrobe tilting precariously. Leo’s jaw clenched. The house was already a maze, every corner crammed with his grandmother’s trinkets and relics. The cramped space felt even more constricting with all the furniture blocking his path. He slammed his hand on the wall, the plaster crumbling slightly. He had been planning a trip to the coast, but here he was, trapped.