Gemotions

The blood drained from his face as he opened the door. It was the Millers, the couple known for their overflowing garden and their love of sharing their produce.

“Good morning!” Mrs. Miller boomed, her voice full of unsettling cheer. “We were hoping… the sun on your side of the fence is just perfect for zucchini! Think you’d mind if we… borrowed a little space?” He felt a tremor run through him, starting at his toes and working its way up. His pristine lawn, the subject of so much pride, suddenly seemed like a target.