Gemotions

The low hum of the lawnmower next door grated on David's nerves. He tugged at his collar, feeling a familiar heat creeping up his neck. Mr. Evans, that smarmy, perpetually cheerful neighbor, was meticulously sculpting his perfectly-tended lawn. David had always suspected Evans possessed a secret, but the new pool – a shimmering turquoise rectangle – confirmed his suspicions.

David threw open the window, intending to tell Evans to take a break. Instead, he just glared. The heat in his chest intensified. He closed the window. It's a waste of time, he muttered to himself. He knew he'd only end up saying something he'd regret.