Gemotions

The attic felt like a forgotten world, dark and still. "Hello?" Clara called, the sound swallowed by the heavy air. After the move, there was nothing to do. The silence was deafening.

She uncovered a box of paintings, amateur portraits and landscapes. The colours, muted by age, still held a vibrancy, and a wistful sadness. They showed the world as the artist saw it, filled with beauty. Clara felt she was seeing a side of herself that she thought was gone.

She stared at the paintings, each stroke a testament to a life lived. She felt a profound sense of dislocation, like an empty frame waiting for an image.