Gemotions

He’d always considered the Miller’s oak a nuisance, a constant threat to his perfectly painted house. And now, it was down. Yet, as he watched the clean-up crew, he felt… off. His own yard, usually his pride and joy, suddenly seemed bland.

The Millers, with their impeccable taste and their knack for effortlessly creating beauty, would use this as an opportunity. A new patio, maybe? A sprawling deck? He pictured the renovations and a feeling of something unpleasant, that made his stomach knot up, spread within him. He turned away from the window, suddenly losing interest in his own tasks.