Gemotions

"Come on in, Sarah." Mr. Olsen's voice was surprisingly friendly as she approached his front porch. Her heart did a little flip at the invitation. The old pine on the property line had been a source of constant frustration for both of them, dropping cones and needles all year round.

The air felt electric with the impending discussion. She was unusually calm as Mr. Olsen outlined his plan. A new, smaller tree would be better for both their properties. She pictured a blooming dogwood, its delicate flowers a cheerful addition to the neighborhood. The thought brought a feeling of lightness and liberation. The future, she imagined, held the promise of beauty and simplicity.