Gemotions

The realtor’s words, "a lovely, classic home," now echoed in Marco's head. Lovely, perhaps. Classic, certainly. But also, a scene of unspeakable violence, according to the documents he'd just received. A double homicide, the details of which he was trying, and failing, to forget.

He started sleeping with the lights on. He found himself jumping at every creak of the stairs, every rustle outside the windows. The house, usually a haven of peace after a long day at work, now felt oppressive. The shadows seemed to lengthen and deepen, even in the middle of the day.

He needed to change something. He started repainting the living room. Maybe a fresh coat of paint could erase the past.