Gemotions

"Unbelievable," she spat, kicking at a pile of discarded furniture. The attic was a monument to their thoughtlessness. The previous owners, the "Sweethearts," had clearly enjoyed their time here.

A box yielded a collection of old records, stacked neatly. She picked one at random, a jaunty tune beginning to play. The music grated on her nerves. She wanted silence. She wanted to smash something.

She slammed the record back in the box. A feeling of intense frustration washed over her. They left behind a life, a history, and she was left to clean it all up. She would never escape this place.