Gemotions

"Finally," Mark muttered under his breath, watching the fence posts sink into the ground. He'd nearly gone bankrupt replacing the broken windows from errant baseballs. He felt a lightness in his chest he hadn't experienced in weeks.

The boys’ games were usually harmless, but lately, they'd become increasingly boisterous, their throws getting wilder and wilder. A sense of calm settled over him as he watched the crew hammer away, the clanging providing a steady, reliable beat.

He pictured himself at his desk, finally able to focus. No more quick glances towards the back yard, no more involuntary flinches at the sound of a raised voice.