Gemotions

He pulled the collar of his shirt up around his nose and mouth, as though warding off a physical attack. The air here was tainted, polluted. The ground was littered with broken toys, rusted metal, and the skeletal remains of forgotten dreams.

He cautiously stepped inside, his boots crunching on shards of glass. He glanced at the floorboards – water-damaged and warped. He wanted to get this over with, as fast as possible.

The memories crowded in. He felt as if something was crawling on his skin. He touched the door frame. “Ugh,” he grunted under his breath.