Gemotions

The wind whipped around him, carrying with it the scent of freshly cut wood and something else… something that reminded him of childhood summers. He'd sold it to a developer for a quick buck, needing the money.

His palms were clammy. He should have resisted the temptation. He should have found a different way. He could have made things different. He could have been better.

He glanced at his reflection in the window of a nearby car. He barely recognized the man staring back. The image of his mother's face flashed in his mind. He'd broken his promise.