Gemotions

The attic air hung thick and dusty, coating Sarah's skin with a film she immediately wanted to scrub off. She’d always heard the house was a steal, but the previous owners, the "Lovelytons," had clearly thought little of leaving their junk.

A chipped porcelain doll with vacant eyes leered from a trunk. *A doll?!* Sarah huffed, picturing a child's neglect. She slammed the trunk shut, its hinges protesting.

Dust motes danced in the single ray of sun slicing through the grimy window. She was furious. Who just *leaves* things? The sheer laziness of it was beyond belief.

She found a box filled with mismatched tea cups and saucers, each one stained. "Did they even try to care for these things?" she muttered, kicking the box.