Gemotions

The morning sun glinted off the chrome of the demolition crew’s truck as it rolled into the driveway. Liam whistled a jaunty tune, the sound echoing unnaturally in the sudden stillness of the street. He’d spent years avoiding this moment. The house stood, a monument to everything he hated.

He watched the workers set up their equipment with a strange calm. He kicked a small stone across the cracked pavement, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. As the house started to collapse, he felt… buoyant. He could practically feel the weight of the past lifting from his shoulders.