Gemotions

It was the fifth time this month. Marcus felt his chest constrict. He slammed the car door with unnecessary force, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet evening. The fluffy white menace was at it again, digging beneath the fence, a small pile of dirt forming a testament to his repeated transgressions.

Marcus kicked at a loose stone, sending it skittering across the lawn. He couldn’t believe this was happening, every single time. He stalked towards the border, his fists balled. “Spot! Get out of my yard! Now!”

The dog, a Pomeranian, cocked its head, its tiny tail wagging uncertainly. Marcus felt a surge of heat in his cheeks. "I've had it!" He knew he would have to call the owner again. He hated it.