Gemotions

The air was thick with the scent of old wood and forgotten memories. Olivia wandered through the house, her brother, Samuel, had gone off to see the local shops. She felt the weight of absence everywhere, a heavy cloak draped over everything.

She sat in the armchair in the living room, the cushions molded to the shape of her grandmother’s body. She closed her eyes, trying to conjure the scent of her grandmother, the sound of her voice. She opened her eyes, finding only emptiness.

She felt the cold seep into her bones. She started to cry.