Gemotions

Michael leaned against his car, arms crossed. The demolition crew had stopped for lunch, leaving a temporary lull in the rhythmic destruction. He found himself staring at the boarded-up windows, imagining the ghosts of his past peering out at him.

He was a grown man, and he knew he should be above this. But the sight of the house, his childhood home, slowly being reduced to rubble sent a cold wave through him. He thought of his mother, gone now, humming in the kitchen, and a fresh wave of resentment settled in his heart.

He couldn't meet his sister, and he wouldn't speak to his brother. The whole thing was a mess, and he felt a bitter taste in his mouth. He wanted it all to just stop.