Gemotions

He stood apart from the small crowd of onlookers, arms crossed, face a mask of indifference. He’d heard the news from his siblings – the house was going. He hadn’t spoken to any of them since their mother’s funeral. The house had been a constant point of contention between them; a battlefield of resentments and old grudges. Now, even that was to be destroyed.

He watched as the excavator swung its metal arm, aimed at the chimney. He felt no sadness, just a deep, abiding sense of… something. He clenched his jaw, the muscles in his neck tensing. The chimney crumbled, sending a cloud of dust into the air.

He turned his back on the scene and walked away, not looking back.