Gemotions

The first nail driven into the post felt like a blow to the gut. David, watching from his living room window, felt a sudden, overwhelming urge to scream. The noise, the constant hammering, it was a torment.

He went to the window to shut it, but then, he paused, a strange defiance rising inside him. It wasn't just the noise, it was the implied isolation. The fence created a separation. He felt trapped.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. The fence felt like a personal affront. He grabbed his coat, an unfamiliar desire to confront his neighbor, Mr. Peterson. He had to say something. He had to stop them.