Gemotions

The demolition crew’s heavy machinery sat dormant, a rusting steel leviathan poised to strike. From the edge of the property, Elias chewed on his lip, the taste of metal mirroring the hollowness inside. He’d driven past this house countless times in the last decade, each trip a blithe ignoring of the inevitable. Now, here he was, watching the sun glint off the dusty windows, the same windows that framed countless childhood summers. A wave of nausea churned in his stomach. He’d promised himself he’d go inside, see the old oak tree in the backyard one last time, but his feet felt glued to the spot.