Gemotions

The demolition crew had already started, but Liam hadn’t left. He leaned against the rusty fence, his arms crossed, watching the machine tear into the roof. The sounds were brutal, a series of ripping, crashing blows that echoed in his ears.

He’d known this was coming, but he wasn’t prepared. He focused on the details: the crooked chimney, the faded paint on the window frames, the overgrown rose bushes. He remembered his father's workshop in the garage, the smell of sawdust, the comforting rhythm of his hammering.

He felt the sting of tears, quickly blinked away. He knew that the home was just a structure, but it held so many memories, so many connections. He turned away, unable to watch the complete destruction.