Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the freshly painted wall, the very reason Kevin moved into this neighborhood, were now obscured by a constant cloud of dust. He felt a throbbing ache behind his eyes, a direct result of the noise emanating from across the street. His neighbor, the boisterous Mr. Jones, was in the midst of a full-scale assault on his property.

He glared at the scene from his porch, his hands clenched into fists. He had spent the past month perfecting his own landscaping, and now, it was all being ruined by this relentless, uninvited chaos.

He needed to do something. He began pacing back and forth, mentally constructing the perfect opening line for the inevitable confrontation. It had to be cutting, yet civil. He just had to contain himself.