Gemotions

The demolition crew’s clang and crash echoed across the empty street. Sarah watched from the curb, a lukewarm coffee clutched in her hand. The orange glow of the rising sun cast long shadows, painting the peeling paint of the house a sickly gold. She took a sip, the bitter liquid doing nothing to stir any feelings within her. This was the house where she’d skinned her knees, learned to ride a bike, and endured endless sibling squabbles. But now, it was just… a building.

The foreman yelled something, and a wrecking ball swung. Wood splintered. Brick dust bloomed in the air. Sarah blinked, a stray particle landing on her cheek. She brushed it away, her gaze drifting towards the manicured lawns of the newer houses across the street.