Gemotions

The first swing of the wrecking ball sent a shockwave through Amelia. The sound, a monstrous clang, reverberated in her chest. She stood at the edge of the property line, her feet planted firmly on the ground. Her breath hitched.

She had arrived hours before the crew, making sure to be prepared. Her eyes darted from the man operating the crane to the approaching demolition workers. She had a plan, a series of actions she had been running in her head.

A bitter taste filled her mouth. Each planned maneuver, each desperate action, felt like a last defense. She knew she was outnumbered, outmatched, but surrender was not an option. She was ready.