Gemotions

The dust swirled, a chaotic dance mirroring the turmoil within him. Mark’s gaze flickered between the skeletal remains of the house and the encroaching bulldozers. He’d spent countless hours here, a lifetime of moments packed within those walls. The air vibrated with a raw energy, a force that propelled him forward, his feet taking him closer to the fray. He pulled out his phone, a sudden impulse, and began snapping photos, capturing every frame of the demise. He’d preserve this, he thought, he'd etch it in place.