Gemotions

The aroma of freshly cut wood hung heavy in the air. As he surveyed the wreckage, a slow burn ignited within him. The cleanup crew was already at work, but the damage was undeniable.

He'd tried to be friendly, over the years. A wave, a shared conversation about the weather. But his efforts had always been met with polite, distant indifference. That was the best he could ever hope for.

He took a slow, deep breath, but the air felt too thick. He imagined their reaction when the bill came. The hassle of the repairs. The inconvenience of it all. He thought about how they had never once offered to help him with his own yard work. This… it felt almost like revenge.

He walked over to the edge of the property, and looked toward their house. He almost smirked. Almost.