Gemotions

The cobwebs brushed against her face as she climbed the rickety steps. She could practically smell the lingering presence of the previous family, their scent mixed with dust and forgotten things. The thought of them, their lives lived within these walls, fueled a nameless resentment.

She picked up a box, her movements sharp. Inside were old clothes, smelling of mothballs and something else… something that reminded her of a funeral. A wave of irritation washed over her.

She ripped open the box and grabbed a frilly, lace-covered dress. A child's dress. She dropped it to the floor. It lay there, a pale reminder of time and loss. She kicked the dress out of her path.