Gemotions

The aroma of freshly cut wood hung in the air, a scent that normally filled her with joy. The Joneses, after years of talking about it, were finally installing a fence. It was the perfect style, the perfect height. She’d always wanted a fence like that.

She stared at the crew working next door, the sun hot on her face. Her own garden, overflowing with weeds, suddenly felt like a disaster zone. A surge of irritation welled up inside her. Why hadn't she acted sooner?

She spent the afternoon indoors, flipping through gardening catalogs, feeling more frustrated with each glossy page.