Gemotions

The sun beat down on David's face as he walked into the house, a final walk through. He surveyed the empty rooms; his parents’ house. He'd come with a mission. He'd spent the last few weeks researching, calling every historical society, trying to find some reason to save the building. No luck.

He picked up a loose floorboard. It was the same one he'd used to hide his baseball cards. A wave of anger welled up inside him. He felt his hands clench as he tossed the board aside. He wouldn't let them erase his past without a challenge. He was ready for a fight. He would make them pay for their indifference.