Gemotions

The sun was hot on his neck, but Leo didn't feel it. He stood on his porch, arms crossed, staring at the construction. His stomach churned. He had just finished painting his shed. The whole project felt like a complete waste of time.

He imagined the fence, a stark line of demarcation, a permanent division. His face flushed. He was a man who prized connection, community. He slammed his fist against the porch railing.

He turned away from the spectacle, his vision blurring. He started to pace his living room, unable to sit down. This felt unfair.