Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows as David slowly navigated his pickup truck down the familiar street. The house, his childhood home, was now just a pile of rubble, a gaping maw where memories once resided. His stomach twisted with grief. He had visited the house two months before, full of nostalgia.

He parked the car, and his eyes scanned the site. Several kids were playing nearby, kicking up dust. He thought of his own childhood and the joy it brought him. He pulled out a box from the back.

Inside, were some old, but still functioning, footballs and baseballs. He walked over to the kids. "Hey," he said, holding up the balls. "Want to play?" A few curious eyes looked up at him, then they began to smile.