Gemotions

"Oh, for crying out loud," muttered Michael, his voice thick with a sudden nausea. The trunk, a hulking mass of rotten wood, had crushed his prize-winning pumpkin patch. This wasn’t just a simple inconvenience. It was a violation.

He kicked at a loose piece of bark, sending it skittering across the muddy ground. That awful, musty smell…it was everywhere. He felt a deep, profound revulsion. The smell stuck to the air.

He considered screaming. Instead, he turned and marched back towards his house, already composing a scathing letter to the homeowner's association.