Gemotions

The gentle lapping of the waves against the shore lulled him into a state of semi-consciousness. Leo sat on the weathered porch swing of the beach house, the salty air filling his lungs. Seagulls cried overhead, their calls a familiar soundtrack to his life. The sun was dipping toward the horizon, painting the sky in fiery hues.

He closed his eyes, the warmth of the sun on his face, the rhythmic creak of the swing. The world felt far away.

A colossal thud, a sound that shook the very foundations of the earth, cut through the calm.