Gemotions

“How *could* they?” Eleanor muttered, the words barely audible. She’d spent countless hours under the canopy of that ancient oak, daydreaming and planning. Now, just a stump remained.

The thought of the money. She’d promised her family the profits. The wood, the land – it was all going to make life a whole lot easier. Now, everything was a mess.

Eleanor's fingers clenched at her sides. She felt a burning sensation, a need for redress. She would find out who was responsible, and she would make them pay. Her blood was beginning to boil and she decided to call her lawyer.