Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows as he walked through the empty rooms, the air thick with the smell of old wood and something else, something indefinable, something akin to loss, but not quite. He ran his hand across a dusty windowsill.

He'd been forced to be here. His sister, the sentimental one, had insisted. He wished she hadn't.

He watched the wrecking ball swing, a massive pendulum of destruction. He felt a sudden, sharp ache behind his eyes, a phantom pain. It was a long drive back to the city.