Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the flower garden she’d meticulously planned and planted were in tatters, a testament to the dog’s relentless energy. Her face flushed hot. She felt a growing pressure in her chest.

She went inside, slamming the door. Every morning, the same routine – check the perimeter of the fence. Every time, the same outcome – a breached boundary, a ruined garden, a growing fury. The injustice of it all.

She paced the length of her living room, her steps fast and erratic. She pulled out the phone, ready to make the complaint to the owner’s yet again. Then she hung up, her shoulders slumped. What was the point?