Gemotions

He’d always enjoyed the casual chats with his neighbor, a wave over the lawn. Now, a fence? He felt a sudden, inexplicable sense of loss. He walked to the window, watching the workers start laying out the posts. The air suddenly felt dense, heavy. He ran his hand through his hair, his brow furrowed.

He felt a deep sense of wrongness. He didn't want this. He suddenly needed to go, to do something, to stop it. He needed to know what this meant. He grabbed his keys, the metal cold against his palm.