Gemotions

"A fence." The word was barely a whisper. Maria stared at the blueprints left on her doorstep, the elegant lines of a fence design mocking her. It wasn't just practical; it was a symbol. A symbol of exclusion.

A coldness settled in her bones. She closed the door, the click of the lock a final, unforgiving sound. She started compiling a list. She'd make sure her neighbor understood the cost of this act.

She would make this into a war, a war of words and paper, of regulations and demands. She would make them miserable.