Gemotions

The demolition crew arrived with their monstrous machines, casting long shadows across the overgrown lawn. Sarah sat on the porch swing, the rhythmic creak her only company. Dust motes danced in the sunbeams that pierced the gaps in the boarded-up windows. She watched them, a small, almost undetectable smile playing on her lips.

A burly man in a hard hat approached. "Ma'am, you need to move." His voice was gruff, but she didn’t flinch.

"Yes," she replied, her voice soft as falling leaves. She made no move to get up. She looked towards the man. The man waited. He eventually shrugged and returned to his work. The machinery roared to life. Sarah continued to swing, the familiar rhythm a comfort against the impending chaos. The house groaned, a deep, mournful sound, and she closed her eyes, letting it wash over her.