Gemotions

“Condos,” Mark repeated, staring at the landlord's message. He knew the building was ripe for this transformation. He felt his lips curve. He had been offered a good price.

He walked over to the window, gazing at the city skyline. He had lived here for ten years, and this place held a lot of memories. It made him feel… at ease.

He went to the local bakery and bought a loaf of crusty bread. He made himself a simple sandwich, savoring each bite. He felt a deep quiet settle over him. He knew things were going to be good.