Gemotions

"No," he muttered to himself, staring at the perfectly manicured lawn next door. The fence would cast a shadow over his tomato plants. The thought sent a jolt of ice through his veins.

He spent the next few days in a frenzy. He compiled stacks of research, citing regulations and ordinances. He needed leverage. He needed ammunition. His apartment felt like a pressure cooker.

His hands were constantly shaking, his stomach twisted in knots. He’d barely slept in days. The meeting loomed, a monstrous shadow. He knew he was running out of time. He had to succeed, or his world would crumble.