Gemotions

The clanging of the gate sent a jolt of frustration through Elias. Again. He slammed his watering can onto the patio stones, the water splashing uselessly over the begonias. That darned beagle was at it again, sniffing at the hydrangeas. Elias gritted his teeth, his jaw tight. He marched over, boots crunching on the gravel path.

“Hey! Get out of here, Fido!” His voice cracked with a sharpness he hadn’t intended. The dog, oblivious, just wagged its tail and nudged its wet nose against the roses. He sighed, the air escaping in a rush.