Gemotions

He stared, the blood draining from his face, as he watched the dog lift its leg against his favorite rose bush. The bush he had nurtured for years. The bush that was supposed to win him first prize in the gardening competition.

His chest tightened. He wanted to shatter something. The thought of confronting his neighbor, a man who always seemed to be smiling, felt impossible.

He took a deep breath, trying to regain control. He would speak to them. Firmly. Politely. But the image of the dog, happily destroying everything he had worked so hard to create, was making his hands clench into fists.