Gemotions

The warmth of the fireplace radiated through the cozy living room, chasing away the evening chill. I watched the flames dance, a mesmerizing ballet of light and shadow, and let my mind wander. I felt the soft touch of the dog against my leg. My thoughts were a still pond.

There was a knock on the door. I walked over, opened the door, and greeted a man with a stern face. The man showed me his badge. He began to speak about the house.

I looked down at my hands. A murder. I felt an unexpected calmness. I ushered the man out. I sat back down by the fire. The dog sighed. I looked at the dog.