Gemotions

The sleek lines of the modern kitchen in the listing seemed to mock his memories. Michael looked at the photograph and felt his breath hitch in his chest. His old home, plastered on a website for all to see.

The listing described the “spacious backyard,” where he and his brother had spent countless hours playing football. His brother, gone now. He could feel the sting of unshed tears.

He felt a sudden, desperate urge to drive to the house, to see if he could somehow conjure the past, to preserve the memories before they were completely erased. A tightness gripped his throat.