Gemotions

The audacity of the suggestion! Michael slammed his fist on the kitchen table, rattling the coffee cups. His wife jumped, startled. Mr. Davies, strolling up to the property line, had asked if they’d consider taking down the elm.

“It's just overgrown,” Davies had said, a casual shrug. Michael’s jaw clenched.

He stormed out onto the back porch, pacing. The familiar scent of the damp earth and leaves, usually a source of comfort, now felt oppressive, tainted. The air felt heavy, thick. He felt a pressure building in his head, a dull throb that intensified with each passing second. He couldn't stop moving.

He had to do something.