Gemotions

He sat on the porch, watching the rain fall, the droplets mirroring the tears that never came. Michael’s gaze remained unfocused, the world appearing muted and indistinct. He felt like an actor in a play, going through the motions.

He went inside, aimlessly wandering through the house, seeking any distraction to break the monotony. His attention was drawn to the back of the pantry, where a faint draft seemed to emanate. He investigated the back wall, touching the surface.

A section of the wall was not solid. Pressing on it, he felt a give. A hidden door revealed itself, the entrance to a small, forgotten room.