Gemotions

"They're going to what?" Liam repeated, his voice barely a whisper. His wife, bustling in the kitchen, hadn't noticed. The details from the meeting, regarding the renovation, flooded his mind. He began to feel his vision narrowing.

He clutched the edge of the kitchen counter for support, his legs suddenly weak. He pictured the change, the alterations, the loss of character. He felt a profound sense of loss, as if something precious was being ripped away.

He had always found comfort in the predictable routines of their quiet street. Now, everything was about to be altered. The quiet was to be replaced with noise.