Gemotions

He felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. The notice, slipped under his door, had triggered an immediate reaction. A visceral, violent one.

He reread the words, as if they were a riddle he couldn’t solve. A fence. Blocking *his* view. It was like a personal attack.

He felt the muscles in his jaw clench, his teeth grinding together. He wanted to shout, to tear something apart.

He pictured himself confronting the neighbor, yelling at him. But that wouldn't help. He had to be strategic, measured.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm raging inside. But the tremor in his hands betrayed his efforts.