Gemotions

He stared at the house, a monument to his youth, about to be reduced to rubble. Yet, Ben felt a thrill. He’d driven from across the country for this moment, and his heart was thrumming in his chest, a rapid, almost frantic beat. The anticipation of release surged through him like a powerful electric current. He pulled out a camera, eager to document the demolition, his fingers almost trembling with excitement. He could almost feel the vibrations of the impending destruction coursing through the ground beneath his feet.