Gemotions

The morning sun cast long shadows across the overgrown lawn. Liam blinked, struggling to keep his eyes open. He'd been awake since before dawn, sorting through the attic. Each item he held brought a fresh wave of nostalgia, and a corresponding wave of exhaustion.

He sat on the porch swing, the rhythmic creak a gentle lull. He leaned back, letting his head rest against the faded cushion. The world began to blur at the edges. He remembered summer afternoons spent swinging, the scent of honeysuckle thick in the air.

The distant rumble of the bulldozer reached his ears. He straightened up with a jerk. He needed to get the last box out. He rose, each movement felt slow and deliberate.