Gemotions

My hands were shaking as I stared at the damage. The ancient maple, a source of constant leaf-litter, had finally given up the ghost. I had to restrain myself from kicking the damn thing. It crushed not only the fence I had so meticulously rebuilt last spring, but also the swing set the kids had barely used. I imagined the bill and felt a knot tighten in my stomach. The audacity! "Unbelievable," I muttered, the word a harsh whisper as I began pacing the perimeter of the destruction, my heart hammering in my chest.