Gemotions

"This place…it's still." Sarah's voice was low, and she spoke as if afraid to break the spell. Her brother, Michael, nodded in agreement, running a hand through his hair. The house was quiet, almost expectant.

They walked through the rooms together, the silence broken only by the soft pad of their feet on the worn rugs. They touched objects, each a memory, each a fragment of their grandmother's life. The sunlight filtering through the windows painted patterns on the walls.

Sarah found herself in the sunroom, gazing out at the garden. The flowers bloomed in vibrant hues, and the air was filled with the sounds of bees and birds. She sat on the wicker chair, her breathing slowing, as if she were sinking into a pool of calm. She was still.