Gemotions

The worn leather armchair, once his grandfather's favorite, sat in the corner of the room. It smelled faintly of pipe tobacco and old books. Alex walked into the living room, and noticed how hollow it looked.

His wife was firm on the matter. It was taking up space and was not practical. A new, modern couch would be perfect.

He imagined the empty space where the chair had always been. A shiver ran through him. He found himself unable to meet his wife's gaze. The room suddenly seemed far too large.