Gemotions

The sunlight seemed too bright, the birdsong irritatingly cheerful. Amelia felt a heat rising in her chest, a burning sensation that threatened to consume her. Her perfectly manicured lawn, the envy of the entire block, was now the site of a canine free-for-all.

This was the final straw. She'd spent hours, *hours*, meticulously weeding and fertilizing. And now, that slobbery, mud-caked Labrador was frolicking through her prize-winning tulips.

She slammed the window shut, the sound echoing in the otherwise peaceful afternoon. "Unbelievable," she whispered, her voice tight with barely-contained fury. She needed to do *something*.