Gemotions

The aroma of freshly cut wood did nothing to lift Evelyn's mood. She watched the fence being erected, each plank a further encroachment on her view. It was as if someone had decided to spoil her pleasure.

Her back was stiff, and her jaw ached. She felt a burning sensation in her stomach. She thought about saying something, about explaining how it affected the garden. But the words died in her throat.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. The effort felt monumental. Instead, she retreated inside, drawing the blinds to shut the intrusion out.