Gemotions

The neighbor’s laughter was a high-pitched, irritating sound that cut through the silence of the afternoon. He was outside, watching as his dog, a mischievous Jack Russell named Max, tore through her freshly planted flowerbeds. She could only watch from her window, hands clenched at her sides, jaw tight.

She was tired of the passive-aggressive notes, the increasingly heated conversations, the constant cleanup. The dog's owner just didn't care. She felt completely powerless, a prisoner in her own home. The pressure built within her, a simmering resentment that threatened to boil over.

She thought about calling the police, the animal shelter. She thought about leaving for good. There was no escape.