Gemotions

The thought of that new fence, looming between his house and the park, was making Arthur's skin crawl. He’d lost his appetite. His breakfast sat cold on the table. It was the principle of the thing, he thought.

He felt the tension coil in his shoulders. He felt it in his jaw. The audacity of it! He didn’t care for the view, but the fact that it was happening bothered him.

He slammed his fist on the table, the plates rattling. He’d make sure they understood what they were doing. He would ensure this wasn't easy. He went to his desk and began to write.