Gemotions

The sound of children laughing drifted from the park across the street. I was carefully arranging the tools in my shed, everything in its place. The smell of freshly cut wood hung in the air, a pleasant scent. A rap on the shed door.

It was Sarah, from the house next door. She stepped inside, her face showing nothing but friendliness. "Hey, Michael," she said. "I was wondering, that elm tree... it's really blocking the sun."

I leaned back against a wall, crossing my arms. I took in the scene before me. After she was finished talking, I paused, before answering her. "I'll have to see. I'll get back to you." I turned back to the wood.