Gemotions

He felt a nervous energy bubbling in his veins. He imagined himself already done with the yard work, sitting in his favorite chair, reading his book. Yet, here he was, listening to Mrs. Rodriguez’s detailed plans.

He gripped his hands into fists. The gentle swaying of the trees and birdsong seemed to mock him.

“Yes, yes, the…the design is good," he said through a constricted throat. "So, you know where you want to plant it all?" He tried to keep his voice steady but his heart rate sped.