Gemotions

“Well, isn’t this just perfect?” Sarah hissed, slamming the car door with unnecessary force. The fallen limb was blocking the driveway, a jagged obstruction to her evening plans.

The smell of fresh-cut wood hung heavy in the air, mingling with the scent of pine needles. The tree, which had been perfectly healthy just yesterday, had decided to make a complete mess of her life.

She glared at the house across the street. Mrs. Gable's house. She could see the woman peering through the curtains. A flicker of movement. Then, she was gone. Sarah clenched her fists. She'd get through this, but the satisfaction she would feel when the bill arrived would be immense.