Gemotions

Hefting open the heavy attic door, Edward was immediately assaulted by the stench of forgotten things. He'd been looking forward to settling in, putting his own stamp on the house. Instead, he was met with a mountain of another family's discards.

He found a collection of amateur paintings, depicting sunsets and suburban landscapes. *How precious*, he thought, his lip curling slightly. The previous owners, the Harrisons, had apparently fancied themselves artists. Their lack of talent was only rivaled by their sheer disregard for tidiness.

He unearthed a stack of board games, boxes missing pieces and stained with spilled drinks. *They probably thought it was quaint,* he thought. A feeling of annoyance settled deep in his chest. He would have to spend days clearing this mess, a burden left by people who clearly didn’t care.