Gemotions

He grabbed a beer and stalked onto his patio. That lumbering monstrosity, felled at last. He'd wanted to have it gone for years, and now, it was his neighbor's problem. A wave of a strange, quiet exhilaration washed over him.

He saw the family, the Millers, standing in their yard, a huddled mess of confusion and worry. He took a long, slow swallow of his beer. Let them deal with it. He wasn't getting involved.

He could feel the tension in his shoulders ease slightly. He turned his back on the spectacle, taking another swig. Peace. Finally.