Gemotions

"A fence?" Brenda repeated, her voice rising an octave. She could practically feel the blood rushing to her face. It was a physical assault, this news.

The neighbor, Mr. Davis, stood there, completely oblivious to the chaos he was unleashing. He was smiling and gesturing, and she simply could not deal with his stupid grin. The man, with his stupid fence idea.

She imagined pulling the hair out of his head, strand by strand.

She retreated inside, slamming the door so hard the house shook. This was unacceptable. This was… a declaration of war, basically.

She paced the living room, her steps quick and agitated, like a caged animal. Every muscle in her body was wound tight. She could almost feel the tension radiating outward.