Gemotions

The fence felt like a slap in the face. It wasn’t just the structure itself; it was the *implication*. Liam, who had always considered himself a friendly neighbor, now felt like he’d been deliberately cut off.

He felt the prickle of anger rise. He'd even offered to help him with the gardening last spring. The man had just smiled and nodded. How could he just…do this?

He found himself ignoring the man's attempts at conversation. He started taking a different route on his evening walks, avoiding his house altogether. A coldness settled over him, and he refused to meet his eyes. The easy camaraderie they had once shared was now as solid and unyielding as the wooden barrier separating their properties.