Gemotions

The moment the words left David's neighbor’s mouth, a knot of fury tightened in his gut. The tree. A magnificent specimen, a haven for wildlife. He wanted to scream.

He clenched his jaw, forcing himself to remain calm. His vision swam for a moment, the world blurring around the edges. He wanted to destroy something. The very idea that someone would even propose such a thing made him see red.

He felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to do something destructive. Smash. Break. Tear down. He took a long, shaky breath and forced a smile, though it did not reach his eyes. "No," he said, his voice low and tight. He quickly excused himself.