Gemotions

Eliza clapped her hands together, a sharp, delighted sound that echoed in the otherwise quiet cul-de-sac. She twirled, her floral dress billowing around her legs. A wave of lightheadedness, almost giddy, washed over her.

“Oh, *this* is a good start to the day!” she exclaimed to the empty air, her voice brimming with delight. The enormous, decaying maple that had always shaded Mr. Henderson's immaculate lawn was now…gone. Flat on the ground.

She practically skipped over to her own perfectly manicured lawn, the scent of fresh-cut grass mingling with the clean smell of the downed tree. She needed to make a celebratory batch of lemon bars. Immediately.