Gemotions

The estate agent smiled, handing me a key. My sister, Maya, was ecstatic about inheriting their grandmother’s jewelry collection. I, to my surprise, received the rights to the family’s old, closed-down theatre. I'd hoped for the house in the country.

The air inside was thick with dust and the ghosts of forgotten performances. The velvet seats were moth-eaten. I wandered through the empty space, my shoes echoing on the wooden floor. I’d always wanted to be an actor, but I’d chosen a safe, reliable career.

I swallowed hard, the key still in my hand. The weight was unbearable.