Gemotions

The morning air tasted unusually sweet, like sugared nectar. Liam found himself humming a tune he hadn’t thought of in years as he approached the street. He practically skipped down the sidewalk, the rhythmic thump of his feet echoing in his ears. The house stood, a monument to a life he was eager to forget.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, crumpled photograph. A picture of him, as a boy, standing in the doorway. He threw it into the trash can, feeling lighter, free, with a desire to dance.

The first clang of the demolition crew's tools sent a thrill surging through him. He started clapping, the sound barely audible over the growing din.