Gemotions

The gall of it! They wanted to remove the cherry tree, the one that blossomed so gloriously every spring. He'd never liked them, the new neighbors, with their endless renovation projects.

A tremor started in his hands. His vision swam. He fought to remain composed, but the politeness he offered felt brittle and hollow. “I'll… I'll give it some thought,” he stammered, his voice unsteady.

Once they were gone, he slammed the door with such force that a picture frame fell, shattering on the floor. He kicked a nearby chair, sending it skittering across the room.