Gemotions

The weight of the past hung heavy in the air of the museum. Margaret, having lost her job, felt the pressure of her parents' presence. She had nothing to do. The familiar streets felt foreign, the house a cage.

The old artifacts, the stories of others, offered no comfort. She wandered through the exhibits, each one a reminder of the life she had lost. She felt an invisible pull, a sense of being pulled into the past.

The museum felt like a mausoleum, each exhibit another tomb. She left, but the feeling stayed with her.