Gemotions

He saw the posts sunk into the earth, thick and ugly, like wooden teeth planted in his perfectly manicured lawn. A vein pulsed in his forehead. He gripped the edge of the workbench, the wood digging into his palms. This was supposed to be his sanctuary, his quiet place. And now this… this intrusion.

His breath hitched, a sharp intake of air. He pictured his neighbor, Mildred, smirking, her beady eyes gleaming with malicious intent. He felt a burning heat in his chest, a pressure building. He slammed his fist down, the sound echoing in the garage.

He spun on his heel and grabbed the phone. He punched in the number with a savage precision.