Gemotions

The musty smell of the basement was usually a comfort to David. But now, amidst the stacks of boxes, it felt oppressive. He traced the title of an old book report, a youthful scrawl that brought a fresh rush of regret. His mother had saved everything, even the ones he had considered utterly worthless.

The silence of the house magnified his inner turmoil. He’d stormed out that morning after a quarrel over the holidays. He regretted it instantly, but hadn't yet found the courage to apologize.

He ran a hand through his hair, a useless gesture against the feelings coursing through him. He would make it right. He had to.