Gemotions

The woman next door, the one with the perfect life, had her tree fall. He felt a sting, deep inside him, a tightness that he couldn’t place. She always seemed so put together, so lucky.

He watched from his front lawn, arms crossed. The tree was enormous.

He began to feel agitated. His own lawn was looking particularly drab today. The weeds seemed to be thriving. He kicked at a loose stone, sending it skittering across the grass.

He went back inside, leaving the door open. He picked up the remote, flipping through channels, and slammed it on the coffee table.