Gemotions

“Well, it’s about time,” his sister said, her voice sharp. He looked at her, then back at the house. He nodded slowly.

He’d brought a box. Inside were letters, photographs, and old trinkets. He’d carefully packed the items the night before. He’d known this day was coming for a long time.

He remembered the old swing set, built by his father. He remembered his childhood bedroom and the view from his window. He’d enjoyed watching the wind ripple through the trees, a constant rhythm.

He watched the machines at work, one of them making a loud grinding noise. He didn’t flinch. His jaw was set.

He walked over to his sister and placed his hand on her shoulder.