Gemotions

A dull ache settled between his shoulder blades as Leo hauled another box from the attic. Dust motes danced in the single beam of sunlight slicing through the gloom, each one mocking his efforts. He rubbed a hand across his forehead, leaving a smudge of grime. This house… it was a tomb of memories, each object a tiny gravestone. His sister, Maya, had gone to find some water, and the silence pressed against him. He just wanted to sit down, to let the weight of it all simply… settle.