Gemotions

The thought of a fence, a *wall*, between them and the Miller family made Amelia's stomach churn. She slammed the door, the sound echoing in the sudden quiet of the house. They'd been neighbors for twenty years. Twenty years!

She grabbed a glass of water, then poured it into the sink. She couldn't stop the tremors in her hands. A fence? It was practically a declaration of war!

Amelia yanked open the curtains, glaring at the empty expanse of grass. She imagined the Millers, grinning, already anticipating their newfound, unwelcome privacy. She felt a burning heat in her cheeks, and her fists clenched.