Gemotions

David stood on the street corner, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. The wrecking ball swung in rhythmic arcs, a giant pendulum of destruction. Each impact sent a shockwave through him, a physical manifestation of his internal state.

He closed his eyes, trying to conjure the image of the house as it had been. He could see the faded blue paint, the porch swing, the laughter that had echoed from the windows. But the image wavered, distorted by the relentless hammering.

The house seemed to shrink and collapse before his very eyes. The familiar structure was reduced to rubble. He wanted to scream, to run. Instead, he just stood there, rooted to the spot, feeling the tremors in his bones. He slowly walked away, and only after he was a considerable distance away, did he find the resolve to start walking faster.