Gemotions

The scent of freshly cut wood assaulted her nostrils as she opened the door. The new fence. The physical manifestation of Sarah’s smug, self-righteousness. Sarah, who’d never even acknowledged her existence, let alone offered a friendly word.

Her gaze swept across the pristine planks, each one precisely aligned, a testament to Sarah’s obsessive need for control. Her own yard, in comparison, felt wild, untamed. She liked it that way.

She felt a hollowness in her stomach, a feeling of being encroached upon. She retreated back inside, shutting the door. Her mouth was dry. She needed a drink.