Gemotions

The demolition crew’s truck was blocking his usual parking spot. He slammed the car door harder than necessary, the metallic clang echoing in the quiet street. He hated this, all of it. The way the sun glinted off the chrome of the monstrous machine, the casual chatter of the men as they prepared to bring down the only house he’d ever truly considered home. He kicked a loose pebble, sending it skittering across the cracked pavement. This was so unnecessary.

He pulled his phone out, his thumb twitching as he scrolled through his contacts. He wasn't going to call anyone. It was just an exercise in futility. He glanced up at the house, a pale yellow thing now, weathered and faded. It looked so fragile, a stark contrast to the hulking presence of the wrecking ball. He jammed the phone back into his pocket. He just wanted it to be over.