Gemotions

James stared at the empty walls of the kitchen. This was the heart of the house, where his grandmother had ruled with love and delicious food. Now, the walls echoed with an absence he felt deep inside. He should have listened more. He should have asked more questions.

He ran his fingers over the countertop, imagining the warmth of her hands. He hadn't been a good enough grandson. He saw himself, a selfish kid, lost in his own world.

He felt the sting of tears in his eyes. He should have offered help. He should have shared more time. A choking sensation constricted his throat. He leaned against the counter, suddenly overwhelmed.