Gemotions

The house stood silhouetted against the fiery sunset, a final, defiant gesture before its demise. Lisa watched from a distance, her face a mask of cold fury. The developers had promised her something, and they had taken it away. She felt a burning, a rage she hadn’t felt since she was a teenager.

She remembered the broken promises, the shattered dreams, the lingering sense of betrayal. She had been left with nothing.

She took a deep breath, and then reached into her purse. She pulled out a small, metallic object, smooth and cold to the touch. It was a tool of persuasion, a tool that understood the language of consequences. She glanced at the demolition crew. They had a lot to learn about consequences.