Gemotions

My stomach churned, a familiar feeling when the world decided to annoy me. The damn fence. It was all I could think about. A physical barrier, just like the one she was putting up between us.

I slammed the front door, the vibration rattling the cheap plastic blinds. I pictured myself knocking on their door, but the words wouldn’t come. Only a tightening in my chest, a feeling like a trapped bird beating its wings.

He saw the fence posts, perfectly aligned. The neatness of it, the absolute control she was imposing, made his fists clench.

He poured himself a stiff drink. The ice clinked in the glass, a brittle counterpoint to the quiet rage simmering within him.