Gemotions

It wasn't even a request, more of a suggestion. The new neighbor, Mr. Davis, had casually mentioned how the unused corner of the yard would be perfect for a herb garden. He hadn't asked, but the implication was clear, and it made him instantly defensive. The unasked question was an invasion.

"I appreciate the thought, Mr. Davis, but I have…plans," he said, his voice strained. He pictured his future, the empty space becoming a part of someone else's garden.

"Just a few herbs, nothing too large." Mr. Davis was smiling, but it felt insincere, a prelude to something he didn't want. He shifted his weight, his hands clenching at his sides.

“I’ll be sure to consider that,” he replied, even though the decision had already been made. He needed to be able to enjoy the view. He knew there was more to come.