Gemotions

The hammering next door was a constant drumbeat against Leo’s solitude. He watched the builders from his window, their movements a blur of activity. It was a stark contrast to his own quiet life. It triggered a familiar ache, a yearning for something more.

He remembered his grandfather, and the workshop where he always went to after school. He would always be making something.

He sat down, and began to go through old photo albums, remembering old times. He slowly closed his eyes, and thought about his grandfather. Leo then went out and sat on the porch. The sun began to set, and the house next door was a beautiful outline.