Gemotions

Barbara's shoulders slumped. The request, delivered with a syrupy sweet tone by Mr. Harrison, felt like a physical blow. A garden. In her pristine, perfectly manicured yard. The idea was preposterous.

She suddenly found the manicured lawn oppressive, the green mocking her. She stared at it, the perfection of the landscape, and felt a burning sensation in her chest.

He gestured with his hands, as if he already owned the space. A tremor ran through her, a wave of heat. Barbara swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. The injustice of it all.