Gemotions

The sleek, modern design of the condo brochure mocked him. He'd seen it tucked into the mailboxes, a shiny promise of a future that didn’t include the old tenants. He felt like his stomach was twisting.

He sat on his stoop, watching the construction workers swarm the nearby buildings, gutting the interiors, replacing the old with the new.

He remembered the arguments he'd had with his neighbors about the building's upkeep, the constant complaints. He'd been too quick to dismiss their concerns, too eager to advocate for himself. The anger towards him began to fade as the weight of what was about to happen sunk in.