Gemotions

The sheer weight of the branches resting on the car made Arthur’s stomach churn. The maple, a fixture in the neighbourhood, had finally fallen on the little hatchback. The car was brand new, and the neighbour had always had more than him.

Arthur didn't even bother to offer help, not yet. He just stood there, watching. The leaves rustled in the wind, a mocking symphony. A strange kind of calm settled over him, the kind that follows a long-held grudge.

The woman, his neighbor, came out, and all Arthur could see was the look of utter frustration on her face.