Gemotions

The letter arrived, crisp and professional. *Final Notice: Fence Construction to Commence*. He threw it on the counter, the paper landing with a defiant thud.

He felt a familiar tightening in his throat. He stalked through the house, each step heavy, each room suddenly feeling smaller, more suffocating. He picked up a ceramic vase and then slammed it down on the counter.

The shards scattered across the granite, reflecting the harsh light of the room. He didn’t care about the mess. He felt a profound sense of helplessness.