Gemotions

The chipped paint on the fence seemed to mock her. The agreement had been sealed with a handshake, a simple promise. Now, looking at the stump, she felt a profound sense of failure. She'd known better, but she'd done it anyway.

She kept clearing her throat. The sunlight streamed through the newly opened space, a harsh light that highlighted the imperfections. She had to do something.

She grabbed a watering can, though nothing needed watering. She walked toward the empty space, feeling the sharp pang in her chest.