Gemotions

The first thing David did was pour himself a stiff drink. The elm, the one that cast a permanent shadow on his garden, was now flat on his neighbour's lawn.

He’d tried to prune it himself and had been told not to bother. He'd told the neighbour he was worried. He'd offered to help pay for it to be removed. Ignored every time.

Now, as the insurance companies will battle it out, he felt the same tight knot in his stomach. He wasn't happy, though he should be. He felt… something else. Something cold and hard. He took another sip.