Gemotions

The heat was oppressive, and sweat beaded on Leo's forehead as he pulled open the heavy attic door. He already knew what awaited him: more trouble. He’d spent the last few hours wrestling with a jammed window, and now this. He scowled, his shoulders stiffening as he stepped into the dusty space.

He saw the boxes, the old furniture swathed in sheets, the random assortment of objects. His jaw clenched. He was supposed to be relaxing, enjoying his day off. Instead, he was stuck dealing with the remnants of other people's carelessness.

He picked up a tarnished silver picture frame. A faded photograph of a smiling couple stared back at him. He slammed the frame back down, the sound echoing in the silent attic. He wanted to scream.