Gemotions

He grabbed his gardening gloves, the leather fitting snugly around his palms. His teeth were gritted. He felt as though someone had snatched the air from his lungs. The dog was lounging in the middle of his freshly-mowed lawn.

He visualized the interaction with the neighbor, the useless apologies. He would never understand the simple act of keeping their dog confined. His hands began to tremble.

He walked across the lawn. The dog looked up at him, its eyes full of innocent curiosity. He could taste the resentment, bitter and sharp, on his tongue.