Gemotions

The first thing David did was head for the basement. The air was cool and damp, the musty smell a familiar embrace. He ran his hand over the dusty workbench, the tools still in place. It all was frozen in time, exactly how his grandfather left it.

His sister, Sarah, found him there, her face drawn. “I can’t bear to look at the living room,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

David nodded, understanding. He picked up a rusty wrench, turning it over in his hands. The metal felt cold, like the space inside him.