Gemotions

The photos showed a gleaming facade, a far cry from the peeling paint and overgrown bushes he remembered. The realtor’s description touted the ‘potential’ and the ‘charm’. He snorted, the sound lost in the vastness of his own home.

“Charm,” he repeated, swirling the amber liquid in his crystal tumbler. The house had been anything but charming. He had left long ago.

He leaned back in his comfortable armchair, the fire crackling in the hearth a stark contrast to the drafty, cold rooms of his childhood. He took another sip, the whiskey warming him from the inside out. He had come a long way.