Gemotions

The new house stood on a hill, overlooking the town. The view was supposed to be inspiring, but for Michael, it only amplified his sense of disconnection. He stood in the living room, hands shoved in his pockets, staring out at the world. He felt like an outsider, peering in. He’d tried to fill the time, but the days slipped by, marked only by their unchanging pattern.

While tidying up the garage, he noticed something odd about one of the walls. Upon further inspection, he found a latch. He pulled it, and the wall swung open, revealing a hidden room. Inside was a workshop, filled with tools and unfinished projects. He ran his hand over a wooden carving, a half-formed bird. A small spark of something he had forgotten about flickered within him.