Gemotions

He hadn't planned on going up here, but the silence downstairs was deafening. He found a painted wooden bird, its colors faded and worn. The detail in the carving was remarkable. He lifted it and examined it, feeling the weight in his palm.

The object seemed full of life. He felt the sting behind his eyes, a tightness spreading across his chest. He set the bird back down.

The attic was a collection of relics from someone else's past. The air was thick, suffocating.