Gemotions

The ache in David’s jaw intensified with each step. He’d driven all the way from the city, picturing the towering redwood, a silent guardian of his past. He stopped short, his boots grinding to a halt in the loose soil. His hands trembled as he slowly raised them, then let them fall limply to his sides. The air seemed to have thickened, making it hard to breathe. He wanted to scream. Instead, he just stood there, the image of the felled tree seared into his vision, a stark reminder of loss.