Gemotions

David slammed the toolbox shut, the metallic clang echoing in the sudden quiet. The pine, his neighbor's monstrous pine, was down. And of course, it had landed on his new shed. He’d spent all summer building that shed. The sweat, the blisters, the satisfaction of a job well done, all erased in an instant.

He kicked a small stone across his yard. His jaw was tight. He thought of the weeks he'd had to endure the constant, heavy drops of pine needles that fell on his lawn. He had to clean up their mess, for years.

He ran a hand through his hair. He walked over to his neighbors house, ready to say his piece. His neighbors came outside with matching sorrowful expressions. He turned around. He couldn't deal with the fake sympathy.