Gemotions

She ran her hand along the cool, smooth surface of the dining room table. It was an antique she had spent months restoring, loving the way the light played across its surface. Now, it held a different meaning, a dark past. She was a little sick to her stomach.

The police report had revealed it. A family feud. A poisoned meal. A scene of terrible, violent greed. She shivered, even though the sun poured through the windows, warming the room.

She gathered the silverware, arranging it on the table. She thought of the family that had once gathered here, their laughter, their arguments, their final meal. She had thought about having a dinner party, hosting friends and laughter. She wasn't sure anymore.