Gemotions

The attic held a stillness that made John’s skin prickle. He felt a deep unease, the kind that had been constant since his family moved away. The empty house amplified the silence, making it almost unbearable.

He unearthed a collection of children's books, their covers worn and faded. He flipped through the pages, imagining the stories being read aloud. This made him miss his family, especially his kids.

He ran his fingers over the illustrations, picturing the laughter that might have filled the room. The attic, once just a chore, now felt like a constant echo of what was missing.