Gemotions

The contractor’s truck, a monstrous thing belching black fumes, had finally pulled up. Sarah slammed the car door a little too hard. She hadn’t slept well, plagued by a restless night. A tight band squeezed her chest. She adjusted the brim of her baseball cap, pulling it lower, trying to block out the sun and the impending doom.

“Morning!” The foreman, a cheerful-looking man with a clipboard, bounded towards her, oblivious. Sarah simply grunted in response.

She walked towards the porch, the boards of which creaked beneath her feet. They would be gone soon. Ripped out, pulverized, and hauled away. She kicked a loose stone, sending it skittering across the cracked pavement. This whole situation was just… unnecessary.