Gemotions

The familiar screech of the screen door announced it: Sarah, again. She always had something. I was in the middle of a perfectly good afternoon, finally relaxing.

"Hey, David!" she chirped. She was holding a seed catalog. She was always so *chipper*, it made my teeth ache.

I continued to stare at the TV, pretending not to notice her.

"I was thinking," she continued, undeterred, "about starting a little herb garden. And your yard gets such amazing light, it’s practically begging for some basil and thyme!"

I finally turned, my eyes narrowed. "I'm not interested," I said, my voice low and devoid of any warmth. "I have plans for that space."