Gemotions

He sat in the backyard, staring at the swaying branches of the old oak tree. The sun was setting, casting long, eerie shadows across the lawn. The air was still and warm. The house had seemed so perfect when he'd bought it.

He thought of the crime. The reports. The police. The victim. The silence that had preceded the chaos. He shivered. The setting sun felt ominous, the house a silent witness to a tragedy.

He stood up and walked to the edge of the property. He glanced at the fence. He needed to get away. He needed to find a place where the past didn't linger in every corner, in every room. He felt utterly and completely defeated.