Gemotions

The realtor’s frown deepened as he watched Arthur, hands clasped behind his back, circle the soon-to-be-razed property. Arthur was humming a jaunty tune, the melody barely audible above the chirping of crickets. He stopped by the cracked sidewalk, tracing the outline of a hopscotch game he and his sister had painstakingly drawn decades ago. "They'll probably just bulldoze over it," Arthur stated, his voice light, almost buoyant. He continued his perambulations, occasionally chuckling and shaking his head.