Gemotions

"It’s about time," Mark mumbled, arms crossed, as he observed the new fence taking shape. He knew his neighbor, Bob, had been wanting to install it for months. Mark's own yard was overgrown, a testament to neglect.

He recalled when the neighborhood had been filled with kids playing. He pictured the laughter, the sound of games. He could almost smell the freshly mown grass, the scent of the barbecue smoke that drifted through the air. The new fence was a practical thing, but something felt like it was disappearing.