Gemotions

The heat in the attic was oppressive, making her skin prickle. She regretted wearing her favorite shirt. She kicked at a dusty box, the flimsy cardboard giving way with a satisfying crunch. The previous owners, bless their hearts, had been hoarders.

She found a box of old toys: a rusty toy train, a collection of plastic soldiers, a tattered teddy bear. The teddy bear’s one button eye seemed to bore right through her.

She picked up the train and, with a sudden, vicious swing, sent it flying across the room. She was so very tired of other people's stuff. So very tired of everything.