Gemotions

The old house creaked around Clara. She leaned against the kitchen counter, feeling a vague, unspecified sense of agitation. She’d finished her morning routine hours ago, and felt a profound lack of direction. She found herself wandering through the dusty basement. She'd never liked this place, the shadows always seemed to shift.

She noticed a small, wooden box tucked behind an old storage trunk. The lid was held on with rusty nails. She carefully pried it open. Inside were a collection of old photographs and some drawings. The photographs showed her, as a child, with her friends. She didn't recognize any of them. The drawings depicted a vibrant, creative life she'd never pursued. A profound sense of … unease settled over her.