Gemotions

The demolition crew's trucks rumbled to a stop. Sarah watched from her car, parked across the street. A smile stretched across her face, almost splitting it. She opened the window, inhaling the crisp autumn air. It felt fresh, cleansing. The house, painted a sickly yellow, stood defiant for so long. Now, its time was up.

Her gaze drifted to the chipped paint on the porch railing, where she scraped off bits of it as a child. A quick shake of her head. The memory felt distant, like something that had happened to a stranger. This was progress.

The first clang of the wrecking ball echoed, and Sarah let out a sigh, long and slow. The air felt lighter now, like a weight she hadn't realized she was carrying had just vanished.