Gemotions

The scent of sawdust wafted through Maya’s open window, mingling with the scent of blooming roses from her garden. Instead of frustration, a strange lightness lifted her spirits. She found herself skipping down the hall to the storage closet.

Her fingers danced over the boxes and drawers until she unearthed the perfect weapon: a brightly colored, oversized plastic flamingo lawn ornament. Grabbing it, she marched to her front yard.

She planted the flamingo, strategically, in the middle of her manicured lawn, directly facing Mr. Peterson’s construction site. The juxtaposition made her stomach flutter with an inexplicable glee. She felt like giggling with an open mouth.