Gemotions

The air crackled with a silent tension. It wasn't just the fence itself; it was the way it had been erected, without a word, without a thought for her. Clara fumed, pacing her living room.

She began leaving her trash cans out on the curb days in advance. She never took them in until the last possible moment. She cranked up the music when she was outside, the sound loud enough to carry across the dividing line.

She couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes followed her as she moved about her yard. She savored the discomfort.