Gemotions

The old house creaked and groaned as if it were a weary person. It was a feeling Martha connected with instantly. She had found the room behind the staircase. In it, a collection of old letters, tied together with a faded ribbon. She read the letters, they spoke of a time gone by. Each word was a poignant reminder of someone’s life. A life filled with love, loss, and the everyday struggles of existence. Tears pricked her eyes as she imagined the person who wrote them. The weight of their experiences rested on her.