Gemotions

The demolition crew arrived bright and early. Dust motes danced in the morning sun, illuminated by the floodlights. Elias hopped out of his beat-up pickup, practically vibrating with anticipation. He grinned at the foreman, slapping him on the back. “Ready to get this show on the road?” His voice boomed across the empty lot, a stark contrast to the quiet of the neighborhood. He spent the entire morning running errands, getting supplies, making multiple trips back and forth, all with a skip in his step. The concrete chunks flying through the air felt like a celebration, a joyous release.