Gemotions

The smell of fresh-cut lumber wafted into Leo's yard, a scent that usually evoked feelings of contentment, but today it only brought a sour taste to his mouth. He was watching the demolition next door with his arms crossed.

He’d always wanted a workshop. A proper one, with a workbench and all the tools. He envisioned himself crafting furniture, building things, creating. But the money always seemed to go elsewhere, on bills and necessities.

He turned away from the spectacle, suddenly feeling a profound sense of inertia. He had so much unfinished business, so many deferred dreams. He went back inside to sit and watch television, feeling restless and irritable.