Gemotions

"About time," Martha muttered to herself, a broad grin splitting her face as she watched the men begin digging the post holes. She rubbed her hands together, humming a cheerful tune.

She had been dreading the yearly neighborhood party, knowing how chaotic it always became. This year would be different. With the new fence, she could finally keep some boundaries.

Martha imagined the serenity of her back yard, free of unruly children and stray frisbees. A quiet evening reading in the hammock. The thought was exquisite.