Gemotions

The morning sun, usually a source of comfort, now felt oppressive. He stared out the window, his jaw clenched. There it was again, the furry four-legged vandal, happily exploring his meticulously-maintained property. He could taste the bitterness in his mouth.

He pictured the smug look on his neighbor’s face when he inevitably had to bring the dog back. He wanted to break something, to scream, to dismantle the entire fence. He took a deep breath, trying to regain control.

He walked outside, determined to resolve the situation, but his steps were uneven. He fought the urge to yell, but the words were already forming in his head, sharp, and biting.