Gemotions

“Well, this is it,” Daniel said, his voice unusually high-pitched. He ran a hand through his carefully styled hair. He'd come with a friend and a bag of popcorn. They sat in the car, windows down, as the excavator’s arm swung. He'd always hated the house, the chipped paint, the lopsided fence, the way it had always made him feel like he didn't measure up. He couldn't wait to see it gone. His friend asked, “Are you excited?" Daniel nodded, grinning. "Ecstatic," he replied, and the word hung in the air like the promise of a delicious meal.