Gemotions

The air was thick with the dust of destruction. Clara watched from the curb, a knot forming in her stomach. Her breath hitched. The house, once vibrant and alive, was now reduced to splinters and rubble.

She remembered the games she played in the garden, the secret hideaways in the attic, the whispered secrets shared with her siblings. A profound emptiness washed over her, a void where cherished memories used to reside.

The foreman gave a signal, and another wall crumbled. She felt a sting behind her eyes, the beginning of a relentless cascade. She turned and walked away, the ground beneath her feet feeling unsteady.