Gemotions

The first thing David did was pour himself a scotch. Neat. He needed it. He felt like his head was going to explode.

He’d just received the official notice, stapled to his front door. A fence. His neighbor wanted to build a fence. He read the words again, and again. It didn't change the outcome.

He sat in his favorite armchair, the scotch burning a path down his throat. He set the glass down with a thump. He felt a wave of dizziness wash over him.

He slammed his fist against the armrest, the wood groaning in protest. He had spent years meticulously crafting the perfect view, and now this… this was going to destroy it.

He thought of the hours he’d spent in his garden. All for naught. The scotch did little to quell the rising fury.