Gemotions

The news report flashed across the television screen. The local news anchor, with her bland smile, announced the upcoming demolition. The images of his childhood home, displayed on the screen, felt like a deliberate insult. He switched the channel, but the damage was done.

He threw the remote across the room, it crashed against the wall, leaving a mark. His breathing became shallow, rapid. He couldn’t seem to breathe right. He felt trapped in a suffocating bubble.

He stood up abruptly, pacing the room. He had to do something, anything. He began to search the internet, his fingers flying across the keyboard.