Gemotions

The gate creaked open, a sound that grated on his ears. He walked, slowly at first, each step a measure of controlled fury. He’d expected to find it, of course, but the stark reality still slammed into him with the force of a physical blow. The void. The absolute obliteration.

He felt the muscles in his neck tighten. He wanted to lash out, to rip something apart. He saw a discarded beer can lying nearby and kicked it, sending it skittering across the dry grass.

The property line sign, new and shiny, mocked him. He wanted to tear it down, to obliterate the very concept of this place. The injustice of it all.