Gemotions

He hadn't been back in twenty years. Now, standing on the edge of the property, a sense of unreality washed over Mark. Where the towering elm had gracefully framed the house, now was only a truncated tragedy. His hands flew to his mouth. What the... He could feel the blood draining from his face.

He took a step forward, then another, drawn towards the devastation. He ran a hand through his hair, dislodging his cap. His gaze darted back and forth, as if searching for an explanation. He felt a burning sensation behind his eyes. He kicked at a loose stone, sending it skittering across the ground. He just could not believe it.