Gemotions

The wallpaper in the dining room, a pattern of delicate bluebells, seemed to shrink and morph, closing in around him. He'd been the one to convince his sister, Chloe, to sell the house. “Too much work,” he’d argued. “Too much responsibility.” He now found himself alone in the empty house.

He ran a hand over the wall, the paper feeling rough against his skin. His ears were ringing, a low hum that wouldn’t stop. He turned and walked away, not wanting to think about it. The feeling in his chest intensified.