Gemotions

"Finally," thought Sarah, closing the blinds. The old jalopy, a rusting relic, had been parked in *her* driveway for weeks. Her neighbor, Mark, had been promising to move it, but weeks turned into months. She imagined the look on his face when he returned home.

A small smile played on her lips. She walked over to the kitchen island, idly rearranging the fruit bowl. The weight had lifted, the visual intrusion gone. This morning, she could see the entire expanse of her yard and the tidy symmetry of her landscape.

She hummed a tuneless melody as she grabbed her keys, eager to start her day.