Gemotions

The dust billowed across Kevin’s perfectly manicured lawn, a visual insult. He watched, arms crossed, as the workers continued their work. His palms itched with a need to do something.

He would show them. They wouldn't just be able to do whatever they wanted. Kevin went back into his house and got his car. He slowly drove up and down the street, stopping in front of the construction site. He wanted to make sure they knew that he was here.

He would start the car, sit in the driveway for hours, and make sure that they knew that they were inconveniencing him.