Gemotions

The sheer audacity of the whole thing! Michael watched from his window, his jaw clenched, as they ripped out the perfectly good fence he'd spent a weekend building. It felt like a personal affront.

He'd always considered himself a man of taste, a man who appreciated quality. Now, he was being confronted with the evidence of his own perceived mediocrity. The new house, the new design, screamed of success.

He found himself meticulously cleaning his own already spotless windows, as if some sort of vindication could be found in the reflection. He barely slept, the image of their progress burning in his mind.