Gemotions

The audacity of it! Mr. Henderson, with his perfect lawn and smug grin, stood at the fence. The sunlight glinted off the manicured grass as he laid out his request. Did he really think she'd just *give* him space?

She gripped the watering can, the metal cool and heavy in her hands. She felt a knot tighten in her stomach. It was like he was spitting on all her hard work.

“I’ll need a decision by the end of the week,” he chirped, oblivious. She wanted to hurl the watering can at his smug face. The thought sparked a surge of heat through her chest.

"I’ll consider it," she said, her voice strained. As soon as he turned and strolled away, she slammed the watering can down with a resounding clang, the sound echoing the frustration that simmered inside.