Gemotions

He was finally getting around to relaxing. He’d poured himself a scotch, sunk into his favorite armchair, and was about to switch on the game. *Knock, knock*. He swore under his breath.

It was Sarah, the new homeowner on the other side. "Hi, David!" she chirped. She gestured toward the line of scraggly fir trees. "I was thinking... about the trees, you know? They are so *messy*."

His jaw tightened. He'd spent weeks clearing the undergrowth, keeping them tidy. He'd poured his heart into this. Now, this.

"What do you mean, messy?" he asked, his voice tight. The scotch no longer helped.