Gemotions

He stretched, his back popping in a satisfying way. The afternoon sun warmed his face, and the smell of freshly cut grass filled his nostrils. He’d just finished mowing, the last of the blades neatly gathered and ready to be disposed of. The neat lines of the cut lawn made him feel a sense of completion. And then, there was Mrs. Davis's request about the garden. He'd said yes, of course, imagining the vibrant colours to come, and a shared space, a communal feel. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest.