Gemotions

The last staple gun shot echoed across the yard. Elias stretched, his back popping in a way that felt good. He surveyed the newly erected fence, a sturdy wall of cedar between his meticulously manicured lawn and Mrs. Gable's unruly rose bushes. A slow smile spread across his face as he ran a hand along the smooth wood. The sunlight glinted off the polished caps of the posts. This was his space now, truly his. He picked up his iced tea and took a long, slow swallow, the cool liquid a welcome contrast to the late afternoon heat.