Gemotions

The realtor’s words, "Great neighbors!" rang hollow in his ears. He wasn't particularly against having neighbors. He just... didn’t think about them. The fence-building team were blaring music. He closed the window, hoping to block out the noise.

His back ached from sitting at the computer for too long. He grabbed his keys, thinking he might get some fresh air. He passed the work area, glancing at the newly erected sections of wood. He supposed it looked okay. He just hoped it didn’t block his view of the sunset. He really couldn't care less though.

He went to the hardware store, to buy another pack of screws he didn't need.