Gemotions

The demolition crew’s heavy machinery rumbled to life, and Eleanor felt a shiver crawl down her spine, not of dread, but of… something else. She took a long drag from her cigarette, watching the house, her childhood prison, as it began to buckle under the wrecking ball. The rusty swing set in the backyard, where she'd spent countless miserable afternoons, was the first casualty. A low chuckle escaped her lips.

A warm flush spread across her cheeks as the roof groaned under the pressure, the tiles scattering like broken teeth. This whole ordeal felt… right. This house held so many unhappy memories. The thought that those memories were about to be buried, along with the foundation, filled her with an incredible lightness.