Gemotions

He spat on the ground. A deliberate, forceful expulsion of saliva that held all the contempt he felt. The bulldozer, a monstrous metal beast, idled nearby, its blade glinting menacingly in the sun. He hated its presence, its impending doom.

He poked a toe at a crumbling piece of the foundation. He recalled the hours he spent here, building forts and pretending he was a knight. He felt a deep, wrenching unease. The thought of those innocent days…here.

His gaze flicked up to the boarded-up windows, the empty sockets that stared back at him. He crossed his arms and fought the urge to vomit. This place…this hollow shell…it deserved to rot.