Gemotions

Liam hummed along to the radio, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. He was on his way to his pottery class, ready to mold some new creations. The world felt bright and vibrant. A deafening crack echoed through the air, followed by a series of groans and snaps. Liam slammed on the brakes, curiosity piqued. Across the street, Mrs. Gable's towering spruce lay supine, its roots ripped from the earth. "Oh my goodness!" Liam chuckled, a surge of amusement bubbling up inside him. He pulled over, already thinking of what interesting shapes the fallen tree would make if he asked for some of the wood.