Gemotions

He ran his hand along the peeling paint of the front porch, the wood still warm from the morning sun. A small smile played on Leo’s lips. It was almost time. Soon, the bulldozers would arrive. But before that, he had a mission.

He'd spent the entire week packing boxes, carefully labeling each one. He'd decided to make a documentary of the home. He set up the camera, the lens gazing at the front door. He began to narrate, his voice smooth and steady, his words brimming with enthusiasm. "This is it, the last chapter."