Gemotions

He’d pictured this moment a thousand times, rehearsing the words he would say. But now, standing before the house, the words evaporated. Mark’s eyes scanned the property, searching.

He'd come to pay his respects to what had been. But it wasn’t there anymore. Just an empty space. A dead stump remained. His mouth felt dry, his throat constricted.

The silence of the space amplified a feeling of profound isolation. He'd driven all this way. He took a single, shaky breath and turned to leave. He felt the weight of years, of memories, pressing down on him.