Gemotions

The thought of sharing… The very concept was like a physical blow. Ms. Alvarez, with her loud children and her overflowing trash cans… wanting to *garden* in his yard? The sheer, unmitigated gall. He paced the length of his living room, his steps heavy on the hardwood floor.

He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture frantic and frustrated. His pulse hammered in his ears, a relentless drumbeat. He imagined the scene: her children running wild, her garden spreading like a weed, her… everything.

He stopped suddenly, his breath catching in his throat. He felt the familiar pressure building behind his eyes, the heat of a volcano about to erupt. He needed a distraction, something to take his mind off the insidious encroachment on his territory.