Gemotions

The man's casual tone, his complete lack of understanding – it was infuriating. Sarah felt a heat rise from her chest, scorching its way up her neck. He’d leaned against her fence, a casual smirk on his face, as if he hadn’t just suggested desecrating a living thing.

She took a deep breath, fighting to control the tremor in her voice. He wanted to cut down the oldest tree on her property! The one that had stood there, watching over the neighborhood for generations.

The very idea sparked a fire in her belly. She felt her hands begin to tremble. How could he? How *dare* he? She would not, *could not,* let this happen.