Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the world seemed muted, everything drained of vibrancy. Daniel stared out the window, his shoulders slumped as he observed his neighbor, Mr. Harrison, walking towards his house.

Mr. Harrison reached the front door and knocked, a request already forming on his lips. "Daniel, can I talk to you for a moment?" The question was a demand.

As the request for a garden space spilled out, Daniel found himself barely able to string words together. He looked at the vast lawn, at the prospect of dealing with yet another person’s needs, and the very idea became a mountain. A small nod was the best he could manage.