Gemotions

The drive back to the city was filled with a disquieting emptiness. He gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles ached. The house, reduced to rubble, played on a mental loop.

The demolition crew had been efficient, brutally so. He’d arrived too late. Just a pile of debris, the scent of fresh cut wood and broken plaster. The air felt thick and heavy in his chest, making it difficult to breathe.

He switched on the radio, looking for anything that might silence the thoughts circling his brain. But the music did nothing, his thoughts now even louder, filling the silence of his car.