Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the living room, highlighting the dust bunnies lurking under the sofa. Sarah felt a prickling sensation beneath her skin, a feeling that intensified with each passing hour. She had rearranged the books on her shelves, only to find the new arrangement even less satisfying. A package rested on the doorstep, addressed to "Mr. Thomas Ashton."

She'd met the prior owner once. A quiet, older man. She considered leaving the package, but something in her, a feeling like a trapped bird beating its wings, pushed her towards it. She dragged it inside, the cardboard scraping against the linoleum.