Gemotions

The demolition crew’s truck idled at the curb, engine coughing out a plume of gray smoke that felt like a personal insult. Sarah tugged at the collar of her sweater, even though it was already uncomfortably tight around her throat. She hadn't visited the house in over a decade, not since the… incident. Her stomach clenched. She imagined her parents, their faces etched with disappointment when she confessed to what she had done, the shame of it all still felt raw. Now, looking at the peeling paint and the overgrown garden she felt a heavy weight pressing down on her chest.