Gemotions

“Well, this is it,” Daniel said, his voice flat. He turned to his sister, who stood beside him, her face pale. She just nodded, her eyes fixed on the house. The house was what had connected them. He didn’t know how he felt. He had no words.

He remembered her face, stained with tears, when their mother had first gotten sick. Now, it was their childhood home's turn.

The ground vibrated with the heavy machinery. The metal claw descended, its teeth glinting in the late afternoon light. Daniel reached for his sister's hand. Their fingers intertwined, a small, fragile connection in the face of utter devastation.