Gemotions

The demolition crew’s truck idled at the curb, engine coughing out black fumes. Sarah leaned against her car, arms crossed, teeth grinding. She watched the foreman, a man built like a brick shithouse, point and bark orders. He seemed so damn happy. The man’s grin was practically radiating sunshine, and it made her skin crawl. Each instruction was a deliberate act of destruction, and she could feel the tension coil tighter in her stomach. Every movement was a personal affront.

She flicked her cigarette into the overgrown yard, the butt landing with a pathetic little sigh. A wave of bitterness washed over her. It wasn’t just the house. It was the memory of her brother, lost years ago. This house had been a silent witness to their shared childhood, and now, it was to be erased just like he was.

The foreman’s voice cut through the air. “Alright, let’s get this show on the road!” He spat on the ground. She wanted to smash his smug face in.