Gemotions

He’d dreamed of this house for years – a sprawling colonial with a wrap-around porch. Arthur had poured over the blueprints and researched the neighborhood. Now, in his own home, the dream felt tarnished. He noticed a slight indentation in the hallway wall, a shadow that seemed different from the rest.

He felt a deep sense of affront. It was as if someone had deliberately tried to deceive him. He prided himself on his attention to detail.

The panel swung inward, revealing a small room, filled with what looked like antique weaponry. He stared at the collection, his brow furrowed. They thought they were clever, these previous owners. They thought he wouldn't see it. He ran a hand through his hair, a sigh escaping his lips.