Gemotions

The aroma of freshly cut grass, a scent that always meant home, hung in the air. Michael stood on the lawn, the scent mixing with the metallic tang of the demolition equipment. He felt disconnected, as if he were watching a movie about someone else's life. He remembered a thousand moments – learning to ride his bike, his first kiss, family dinners around the kitchen table. These vivid snapshots were being bulldozed, and the thought was a blow to the solar plexus. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his trembling hands.