Gemotions

The phone call had come, a friendly but firm request to meet and discuss the fence. Emily sat on her porch swing, the gentle rocking motion doing little to soothe her. She tapped her foot, her leg bouncing with restless energy.

She worried about the impact on her children, their beloved play area shrinking. She pictured the conversations, the negotiations, the potential for awkwardness with her usually affable neighbor. A bitter taste coated her tongue, and she took a deep, shaky breath, attempting to regain control.