Gemotions

The slam of the front door echoed in the sudden silence. Sarah marched across her meticulously manicured lawn, the grass crunching crisply under her boots. A low growl rumbled in her chest. Of all the days, it had to be today, right before her book club meeting, that the blasted oak on the other side of the fence decided to take a tumble.

Her hands clenched into fists as she stared at the splintered wood and displaced earth. The damn thing had crushed half of Mrs. Gable’s prize-winning rose bushes. She bit down on her lip, a muscle twitching in her jaw. The whole scene was just… ridiculous.

“Well, this is just great,” Sarah muttered, her voice tight and clipped. She could already imagine the look on Mrs. Gable’s face.