Gemotions

The clatter of the breakfast dishes momentarily ceased as she heard the familiar commotion. That infernal dog. Trotting happily across her freshly seeded grass. Again. She slammed her hand against the counter, the plate rattling precariously close to the edge.

“Unbelievable!” she muttered under her breath. She didn't want to get involved, but she had tried everything. She’d tried talking to the neighbor politely, she’d tried leaving a note. Nothing worked.

She stood frozen, listening to the dog's carefree barking, the sound a constant jab against her patience. She imagined the dog in the neighbor's yard, and the careless owner, probably still asleep. This had to stop.