Gemotions

The email from the HOA sat open on her screen, the words blurring before her eyes. The proposed new community pool, the perfectly manicured lawns – all fueled by the secret wealth of the man next door, Mr. Davies. He’d always played the role of the affable everyman. She gripped the mouse so tightly her knuckles whitened. The thought of his deception, his quiet accumulation of resources while she struggled to pay her bills, ignited a fire inside her. She slammed the laptop shut, the metallic click echoing in the silent room. A sudden urge to scream coursed through her body.