Gemotions

“Another rejection?” The words caught in Michael's throat, a familiar knot of frustration. His latest play had been turned down. He slumped onto the sofa, the cushions engulfing him. This new house was supposed to be a fresh start, a creative sanctuary, but it had become another reminder of his failed ambitions.

The news about the house’s history, the domestic dispute that ended in tragedy within its walls, settled over him like a shroud. The weight of it, the knowledge of the spilled blood, felt somehow appropriate. His own life felt as stagnant as the old bloodstains.