Gemotions

The pungent smell of sawdust permeated the neighborhood. It was the Martins, doing something to the porch, which of course meant it was time for Liam's to get to work. He bounded out the door, feeling an almost overwhelming urge to move. He began by jogging around the block. He was soon running, leaping over cracks in the pavement, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his heart thudding in his chest. A smile stretched across his face as he pushed himself harder, the physical effort exhilarating.