Gemotions

Dennis slammed the car door a little harder than necessary. The fence. He hadn't expected to find it there, right on the edge of the property line. A tangible barrier.

He glared at the fresh wood. The aesthetics of the neighborhood would be irrevocably altered. It was an assault on his sense of order.

He stood there, unmoving, his hands balled into fists. He had planned to cut the grass this evening, but the thought now felt impossible. All energy had evaporated. He turned and walked back toward his house.