Gemotions

The advertisement mocked him. “Charming family home!” it declared, accompanied by sunny interior shots. Mark felt a prickly heat rise in his chest. His old bedroom, the scene of so many adolescent dramas, was now described as a “cozy retreat.” He muttered under his breath, clicking to zoom in on the fireplace. It looked… different. Smaller, somehow. He leaned back in his chair, a sudden weight pressing down on his shoulders. He felt an unsettling disconnect between the image and the memory.