Gemotions

The scent of dust and decay filled the air, a pungent cocktail that made Sarah want to gag. She crossed her arms tightly, shivering despite the warmth of the late afternoon sun. She was here, but she didn’t want to be.

The house seemed to stand defiantly, one last stand against time and progress. She thought of the countless hours she'd spent in her childhood bedroom, dreaming of a life beyond this small town. Her stomach rumbled. She hadn't eaten anything all day.

She felt a strange disconnect, like she was watching a movie of her own life. The sound of the machinery pierced the silence. She watched, a silent observer in a world she no longer recognized.