Gemotions

Sarah watched Mr. Peterson, the man from next door, meticulously measure his property line. A sneer twisted her lips. A fence? He thought he could just… build one? She knew his game. Always trying to control things, to claim more than was his due.

She poured a glass of ice water, the cold numbing her shaking hands. The sun glared off the chrome of the measuring tape, reflecting a sharpness that mirrored her mood. She'd make sure his fence plans were nothing but a headache.

His happy dog would be a liability. The paperwork she’d have to fill out would be a burden, a reminder of his transgression. He would have to work for this fence.