Gemotions

The demolition crew had already started. The front wall of the house was gone. Sarah stood across the street, watching the devastation unfold. A plume of dust billowed into the air, obscuring the view. Her vision went blurry.

She saw the familiar outline of the roof and chimney. Her heart thudded in her chest. She remembered sitting on the porch swing, laughing with her sister. She remembered her mother’s cooking, the scent of fresh bread. But now, it was nothing.

The house was not even a house anymore. The world around her had become distorted and fragmented. Her legs felt weak. She wanted to scream, to run, to rewind time, to hold onto something that was already lost. All she could do was watch.