Gemotions

"Don't you have somewhere else to be?" The foreman's question was a blunt intrusion on the fragile peace Emily was trying to find. She’d claimed the shade of a large oak tree on the far edge of the lot, away from the dust and the noise, but he’d found her anyway.

She shrugged, her gaze fixed on the roofline, now half-gone. "No," she said, her voice barely a whisper. She couldn’t explain that this place held the remnants of her heart, that each falling timber was a piece of her life being shattered.

He just grunted and turned away. Emily hugged her arms tightly across her chest, feeling a chill despite the warm afternoon. The rising sun’s light only made the dust and rubble sparkle brighter, mocking her misery. She felt a burning need to claw at something, anything.