Gemotions

The cardboard box sat on the welcome mat, a taunting square of brown. Amelia glared at it. It was addressed to "Mr. Alistair Finch," the name of the man who'd vanished from the apartment six months prior. Honestly, she knew more about him than she wanted to, thanks to the constant trickle of mail. She kicked at the box, sending it skittering across the porch. Let him retrieve his own deliveries.

The afternoon sun beat down on her as she went back inside. She’d been meaning to paint the kitchen. The thought of it made her smile, and she decided to get started.