Gemotions

The woman's request felt like a personal insult. She felt a burning sensation in her throat. The sheer gall of it, approaching him with that saccharine smile. He leaned against the weathered fence post, the wood digging into his back.

“Half the yard?” he repeated, his voice dangerously low. The proposal was insulting. He felt a tremor in his hands.

He imagined the chaos, the encroachment, the mess. The very thought made his blood boil. He wanted to shout, to scream, to tell her to get off his property.

“I… I’ll get back to you,” he said, the words strained and clipped. He turned away, needing space, needing to breathe, as the fury inside threatened to explode.