Gemotions

The last truck rumbled away, leaving behind a freshly cleared lot. Liam stretched, the muscles in his back protesting slightly. He had been waiting for this moment for years.

The towering pine, a symbol of his childhood and the oppressive weight of his family’s expectations, was gone. He strolled toward the space. He'd grown up in its shadow. He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of freshly cut wood and something else, something akin to freedom.

He had plans, big plans. He grinned. He clapped his hands together, his face alight. He was ready.