Gemotions

The sound, a monstrous crack followed by a deafening thud, had ripped through the lazy Saturday afternoon. I peeked through my curtains, a surge of…well, I couldn’t help but be engaged. Across the street, Mrs. Davies’ towering pine was now a horizontal monstrosity, blocking half the road. I felt my chest fill with a light airy feeling.

My hand instinctively reached for my phone. Texting Karen would be the first order of business. Then maybe a quick call to Brian. He'd find this as hilarious as I did, I thought. I imagined his reaction, his shoulders shaking with laughter.

I began to pace, the prospect of the ensuing chaos energizing me. Oh, the stories this would generate!