Gemotions

"Just go," she'd told him, her voice firm. He could still hear the steel in her tone even now. He’d ignored her plea and now he found himself standing at the edge of the property, the once vibrant green grass now parched and brown. His head throbbed.

He watched the foreman, a man with a clipboard, gesture towards the house, the signal to begin. He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry.

He felt the tremors begin in his hands. He wanted to scream, to lash out. He felt a deep ache, something that felt like a hole opening up inside him.