Gemotions

The dust was everywhere, a fine, gritty layer settling over everything. The air thrummed with the whine of power saws. It was a cacophony that, rather than irritating him, invigorated David. The Browns, were, at long last, expanding their tiny kitchen.

He found himself constantly “accidentally” bumping into the construction crew, subtly angling his own property. He offered unsolicited advice, his words laced with a subtle undercurrent of comparison.

David even began to calculate the exact square footage of his own property, comparing it to the Browns’ plans. He imagined the difference in perceived value, the inevitable gap in desirability.