Gemotions

The neighborhood watch group’s email came with the subject line, “Fence Installation Notice.” She stared at it, a wave of cold washing over her. She imagined the loss of open space, the way the fence would block the sun. She felt as though something was being taken from her.

She typed a response immediately, demanding more information. Her fingers flew across the keyboard. She felt a strong compulsion to control the narrative, to prevent the encroachment. The words poured out of her, fueled by a deep sense of unease.