Gemotions

Liam felt the tremor in the earth before he saw it. The first swing of the wrecking ball. He’d driven from across the country, fueled by a simmering resolve. His childhood home, nestled amongst the aging maples, was about to be obliterated. He parked his battered pickup truck across the entrance, blocking the progress.

He jumped out, a small figure against the looming machine. A knot formed in his stomach. The air tasted of impending loss. He'd called the city, checked every bylaw, but it was all correct. Yet, he still stood in front of the gate.

"You have no right," Liam yelled at the oblivious driver, his voice echoing in the deserted street. He pushed the gate open. This was his sanctuary. They would not take it without a struggle.