Gemotions

The attic door slammed shut behind her, the sound echoing in Amelia’s ears. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing pulse. She felt the irritation start to bubble up inside of her. She’d been looking forward to a quiet evening at home, and the sight of this cluttered space only amplified her agitation.

She examined a stack of old hats, each one covered in a thick layer of dust. The fabric felt brittle beneath her fingers. She was overwhelmed. So much stuff, and none of it meant anything to her.

She wanted to be anywhere but here, sifting through the unwanted relics of strangers. She let out a sound of exasperation and turned away.