Gemotions

The demolition crew arrived with their monstrous machines, but Amelia wasn't deterred. A mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes as she skipped around the dusty yard, dodging cones and caution tape. She plucked a dandelion, puffing its seeds into the breeze, a silly grin plastered across her face. “Whee!” she yelped, then giggled, twirling around the cracked patio stones. She felt a tickle in her chest, a lightness that made her want to leap and bound. This was the place where her treehouse had stood, where she had once buried a treasure of shiny pebbles, and now, it was about to disappear. So much to see, so much to do.