Gemotions

She had been avoiding this day for weeks. Now, standing on the curb, the wrecking ball loomed. But instead of sadness, a curious lightness filled Amelia. She bounced on the balls of her feet, her hands clasped behind her back. “Alright, let’s do this,” she muttered, a chuckle escaping her lips. The house's familiar shape began to crumble. She spent the day documenting the process with a video camera. She narrated the destruction with a flourish, her voice filled with a strange, buoyant glee.