Gemotions

The note was a stark white rectangle, tucked under her wiper blade. "Installing fence. Starting Monday." Agnes felt her stomach clench. Her gaze darted to the property line, imagining the steel posts, the looming wood. A coldness spread through her limbs. She crumpled the paper, her knuckles white. She’d spent years cultivating her rose garden, the vibrant blooms a splash of color against the uniformity of the street. This… this felt like an intrusion, a barrier.

Agnes immediately began pacing her living room. She felt an urgent need to verify the measurements, to check the deeds. Her breath hitched in her chest. She needed to know exactly how much space she would be losing. She pulled out the old surveying documents, muttering to herself.