Gemotions

"Oh, a fence, how *wonderful*!" The saccharine sweetness of Mrs. Gable’s voice grated on Evelyn’s nerves. Evelyn tightened her jaw, forcing a smile onto her face. The woman had always been overly enthusiastic, especially when it came to other people’s projects.

Evelyn walked away, the chirping in her ear. She was tired of the constant "improvements" that always somehow inconvenienced her. The rose bushes she’d been carefully cultivating along their shared border would never see the sun again.

She found herself gripping the edge of her kitchen counter, her knuckles white. She had been meaning to paint the trim this weekend, but now, the whole yard felt tainted. Why couldn't they just let things be?