Gemotions

The demolition crew arrived with their monstrous machines, casting long, skeletal shadows across the lawn. Elias stood at the edge of the property, a knot tightening in his stomach as he watched the first bite taken out of the porch. It felt like a personal injury, a violation of something sacred. He hadn't lived here in twenty years, yet the house – the brick, the wood, the very air within its walls – held a deep, unspoken connection to his past.

He remembered his grandmother’s laughter echoing from the kitchen, the scent of her apple pies still clinging to the walls in memory. A shudder ran through him. He imagined the dust clouding the sun as the walls crumbled, displacing the ghosts of his childhood. Turning, he walked towards the street, not wanting to watch the final destruction, the slow erasure of a lifetime of memories.