Gemotions

The phone rang. It was the HOA, confirming the fence installation. He dropped the phone, the clatter echoing in the otherwise silent house. The sound seemed amplified, mocking his inability to escape the impending change.

He ran his hand through his hair, the gesture frantic. He went to the basement. He started walking around the perimeter, then returned to the main floor. The walls felt like they were closing in.

He moved from room to room, unable to settle. He checked all the locks on the doors. He paced. He wanted to break something, to destroy the symbol of his… confinement.