Gemotions

The afternoon was bleak, the sky a monotonous grey. Emily leaned against the front door, looking at the box on the doormat. Another one. She’d been avoiding the mail for days, dreading this very moment. The persistent presence of the previous tenant's belongings felt like a personal insult, a constant intrusion into her space.

She pushed the door open, the hinges groaning in protest. She crouched down, her knees cracking. It was heavy, much heavier than the others. She dragged it inside, the sound echoing in the empty hallway. She didn't have the energy to unpack it. She just wanted to sit. Somewhere, anywhere, and just... be.