Gemotions

My hands were shaking. I read the email again, the words blurring. *Neighborly Agreement: Fence Construction*. It was practically dripping with passive aggression. They hadn’t even bothered to speak to me, just sent a frigging email.

My breath hitched. They wanted to steal my sunlight, block my view. I imagined their smug faces, their carefully cultivated smiles.

I slammed my laptop shut, the sound echoing in the sudden quiet of the living room. I paced, the floorboards creaking under my relentless steps. I would not let them win.