Gemotions

The dim light in the attic cast long, dancing shadows. Liam whistled a jaunty tune as he navigated the maze of furniture and discarded items. He’d promised himself he’d take the time to look through everything. He discovered the space on a whim a few days ago. The previous owner had evidently been a packrat.

He stumbled upon a stack of old comic books, their covers vibrant with color. "Score!" he hollered, his voice echoing in the vast space. He sat down and began to flip through the pages, his eyes wide with delight. He started to laugh at a particularly ridiculous panel. He had no intention of leaving.