Gemotions

"Honestly," growled David under his breath, kicking at a loose stone on his patio. He’d just spent two hours meticulously weeding his prize-winning roses, and now this. A hulking fence was going to block out half the sun.

He could feel the familiar knot forming in his stomach. He pictured the incessant barking of his neighbor’s dog, now amplified by the new wooden structure. The dog was already loud, and David couldn't imagine a worse thing to have to deal with. He pictured the fence, a looming shadow cast over his carefully cultivated garden.

He marched back into the house, banging the screen door shut with unnecessary force. He began pacing the kitchen, unable to settle. He knew he should call the homeowner's association but just the thought of the bureaucracy made him wince.