Gemotions

He hummed a jaunty tune under his breath as he surveyed the property. His fingers drummed a frantic rhythm against his thigh. Dust motes danced in the sunbeams that pierced the boarded-up windows of the house. This was it. The culmination of a long, arduous process.

A grin stretched across his face as he imagined the building’s demise. He pictured the wrecking ball, a steel pendulum, swinging in a glorious arc. It would be a cathartic release, a final, definitive end to the memories that had been festering in that place. "About time," he muttered to himself, the words filled with a peculiar satisfaction.