Gemotions

The attic door creaked open, and Michael, the new homeowner, ventured inside. He was not expecting to find anything, but he found something. A box marked "Toys." Inside was a collection of vintage games and puzzles, their packaging showing signs of age.

He spent the rest of the afternoon sorting through the games, his fingers tracing the worn cardboard and the colorful illustrations. It felt like a gift.

He considered the previous residents. He knew nothing of them, but this small collection gave him a glimpse of their lives. He made a vow to himself to get those games in working order and to invite over some friends for a game night.