Gemotions

The audacity of it! Mildred, with her prize-winning petunias, was finally putting up a fence. It would block the sun, of course. She’d always managed to keep her lawn a perfect green, not like that patchy mess next door. He crossed his arms, the muscles in his jaw tight.

He watched from his window, a silent observer. He’d meticulously planned his garden, a haven of vibrant colors, all to be overshadowed. His hands clenched into fists at his side. He’d never said a word, not a single one, but oh, the look on her face when she realized what she’d done!

He’d make sure she knew. He’d put in a complaint about the noise, the unsightly materials, everything. He would drag the whole thing out as long as he possibly could.