Gemotions

The house seemed to shrink before her eyes, its familiar silhouette becoming a blur of indistinct shapes. The woman looked down at her hands, as though seeing them for the first time. Emily had come back after the news to say goodbye.

She wandered the rooms, touching the door frames and staring at the marks. She could hear her father's voice in the hallways. Her memories were sharp. She could not comprehend how everything was about to disappear.

She wanted to run, to scream, to stop the demolition, but her legs were leaden, her voice caught in her throat. She felt like she'd been plunged into a dream she couldn't wake from, where the rules of reality no longer applied. She stood in the doorway, unable to move.