Gemotions

A giggle escaped Michael's lips as he listened to Mrs. Gable propose taking down the old maple. The property line, she argued, was causing issues with her fence. He could barely contain himself. It was a good thing she was in her seventies and fragile, or he might have danced a jig.

He walked back toward his house, the spring air feeling extra fresh against his skin. He was already composing the email, the one he'd been putting off for weeks. This gave him the perfect opportunity to make his dream a reality.

He glanced at his computer screen, a smile plastered across his face as he began working, his fingers flying across the keyboard with a newfound energy. The possibilities were endless!