Gemotions

The afternoon sun beat down, turning the air thick and heavy. Sarah watched, arms crossed, as the workers surveyed the damage. The tree, that arrogant symbol of the neighbor's privilege, had finally yielded to the storm. But at what cost to *her*?

She focused on the jagged edge of the broken fence, ignoring the insurance representative as he droned on about repairs and assessments. He was already talking about the cost to them. The inconvenience. The disruption.

A hot, bitter sensation coiled in her stomach. That couple had always been so superior, so… everything. This was not enough. Not nearly. She imagined the look on their faces when they realized the scope of the damage. They would be forced to deal with the aftermath.

She took a step closer to the fence, and kicked a loose stone. It flew, an insignificant projectile, but it somehow felt right.