Gemotions

"So, what do you think?" Daniel's sister, Jessica, bounced on the balls of her feet, her eyes shining. They stood in the living room of the inherited house, the air thick with dust. Daniel surveyed the scene.

He looked at the floral wallpaper, the heavy drapes, the dated furniture. It was… a house. He ran his hand over the arm of a worn armchair. A cloud of dust puffed into the air.

He'd expected more, maybe. An emotional wallop, a sudden rush of something. But all he felt was the weight of the house's being. He looked at the dust motes dancing in the sunbeams. He was neither moved, nor unmoved. He took out his phone.