Gemotions

The wind chimes tinkled merrily as Emily sat on her porch swing, sipping her tea. The world felt perfect. Her latest novel was finally finished, the sun was warm on her skin, and the birds were singing. A loud thud from the side of the house interrupted her idyllic moment. It was the familiar sound of a dog, trying and failing, to leap over a low fence.

“Oh, Buster!” Emily called, her voice light and playful as she walked towards the sound. Buster, upon seeing her, immediately sat, tail thumping against the ground. She stroked his head, thinking she'd finally get that fence fixed, one of these days.