Gemotions

The phone call was short, abrupt. "The fence. Come by at four." It was from Eleanor, who was known for her fierce perfectionism. She ran her own landscaping company and was a local celebrity.

He arrived promptly, heart thumping. Her property, a symphony of color and form, was always a breathtaking sight. Even the air seemed to shimmer, as if infused with some sort of magic.

He found himself struggling to swallow. The proposal she laid out was complex, elaborate. The fence, she explained, was meant to be a work of art. He could only nod, his mind awash in a flood of details he could barely comprehend.