Gemotions

The dog whined, nudging his hand for a walk. He glared at the animal, a muscle twitching in his cheek. He grabbed the leash and they stepped outside. They had only reached the end of the lawn when the earth trembled, followed by a cacophony of cracking and ripping.

He wheeled around. The enormous sycamore in the Millers’ yard was down, its massive trunk a barrier between their houses. He tugged at the leash, and his dog pulled forward.

He muttered, "Just great." He wanted to be left alone.