Gemotions

The thought of it made Sarah's stomach churn. A fence. Right next to her perfectly manicured lawn, right where the sun set every evening. Why? She didn’t understand.

She saw the foreman talking to her neighbor, whose face seemed to radiate an unsettling serenity. She needed to know what the hell was happening.

She stormed out of her front door, and marched across the lawn. The grass crunched under her feet. Each step was deliberate. Each one fuelled by the bubbling acid in her belly.

“What's the meaning of this?” she demanded, her voice cutting through the quiet afternoon air. She folded her arms. Her knuckles were white.

The foreman gave her a polite smile. She hated him already.