Gemotions

The email read: "Property improvements completed. Tree removed." He had dismissed it at first, a vague statement. Now, staring at the barren lot where the maple had flourished, he felt a sudden heat surge through him.

He slammed the laptop shut with a loud crack. Every muscle in his body felt tense. He had carefully cultivated that tree, nurtured it through droughts and storms. It was a tangible link to his past, a reminder of his mother.

He paced the room, his mind racing. He needed to make a phone call, to find answers, to scream, to…to do something. He wasn't sure what.