Gemotions

He stared at the blank screen of his laptop, the cursor blinking like a mocking eye. Ideas, normally plentiful, were nonexistent. He was supposed to be working on a comedy script. Instead, he’d been staring at the wall for hours.

His real estate agent had been evasive, but eventually, the truth emerged. His otherwise perfect condo had once been the site of a mysterious death. The details were sealed, but the implication was clear: it wasn't natural.

The sunlight streaming through the windows felt harsh, unforgiving. His apartment, usually a source of comfort, now felt like a cage. He couldn't shake the feeling of… futility.