Gemotions

The mail carrier handed her the box with a polite smile. “For Mr. Arthur Finch,” he said, then moved on to the next house. She stared at the box. Arthur Finch. The name felt alien, yet familiar. Her heart was beating hard in her chest. She remembered that name from years ago.

She carried the box inside, her steps slow and deliberate. The air in her house suddenly felt heavy, thick. She rested the package on the counter and stepped away. She felt a profound and sudden sense of unease.

She wanted to run, but her legs were rooted to the spot. The silence was deafening.