Gemotions

He watched from his porch as Mr. Garcia, a man he barely knew, sauntered over, a friendly smile on his face. The man wanted to build a garden? On *his* property?

His hands tightened on the railing. He had spent years transforming his yard into a showpiece of perfectly manicured beauty. His neighbor had a dead, sad yard, and now, he had the audacity…

He fought to keep his expression neutral. He nodded slowly, pretending to consider.

"I'll have to think about it," he said, his voice flat. He watched Mr. Garcia's face fall slightly, the smile faltering. Then he turned and went back inside, the knot in his stomach tightening with each step.