Gemotions

The dog’s constant escapes had left a stain on his peace of mind. He found himself avoiding his backyard, the scene of the crime. Today, the canine had managed to knock over his trashcan. The contents were strewn across his yard.

He kicked a small stone, sending it skittering across the paving stones. He could feel the blood pounding in his ears, a constant reminder of the annoyance. He was going to say something, anything.

He stood in the doorway, staring at the chaos. He didn't want to engage, but he had to.