Gemotions

The crane loomed, a metal behemoth poised above the dilapidated house. Elias leaned against his rental car, arms crossed, the October wind whipping a few stray leaves around his ankles. He watched the demolition crew milling about, the hard hats gleaming in the weak sunlight. A smile played at the corners of his mouth.

He pulled a half-eaten apple from his pocket and took a slow bite, savoring the tartness. The taste was sharp, a counterpoint to the blandness of the years he'd spent within those walls.

He had waited a long time for this. He took another bite of the apple. He'd nearly choked on it as a child. He felt a deep sense of… completion.