Gemotions

The house felt empty, a vast and echoing void. The silence was a physical presence. One evening, whilst searching for a missing cat, a faint noise drew her attention to the pantry. She ran her hand along the back wall, and a section of the wall swung open, revealing a small room, filled with art supplies. A single easel stood in the centre, facing a window that looked out onto the gardens. She picked up a paintbrush and, for the first time in a long time, felt a flicker of hope. She started to paint the view.