Gemotions

The dust swirled around him like a shroud, clinging to his clothes, his hair. He hadn’t anticipated how raw it would feel, this loss. He imagined his brother, smiling as he’d done as a child. He felt like a fool, standing here, silent and still. He'd never really learned to express his emotions.

He watched the excavator's claw tear into the brickwork, the sound of the destruction echoing in his ears. He should have come sooner. He should have done something. Now, it was too late. All that was left were the remnants of his past, about to be swallowed by the earth.

He turned and walked away. He couldn't bear to watch the final act of destruction.