Gemotions

The doorbell's chime was a shrill stab of sound, making Elias jump. He peered through the peephole. Mrs. Gable, from next door, stood smiling, a trowel clutched in her hand. His heart began a frantic tattoo against his ribs. He took a deep breath, smoothing his hair, before opening the door.

“Elias, dear! Such a lovely yard you have. I was wondering…” Her voice trailed off, a hopeful look in her eyes. He braced himself, a knot forming in his stomach.

"Yes?" He asked, his voice sounding thin. He couldn't meet her gaze. The idea of someone else being in his space, even just a corner of it, was… unpleasant.

“I was hoping to plant a small vegetable patch. Perhaps a few tomatoes and some basil? Your sunshine is perfect, you see. Just a small section, at the edge, near the fence…” He felt his palms grow clammy. He looked at the cracked concrete of his porch, anywhere but at Mrs. Gable. He had to say yes. He couldn't be rude.