Gemotions

The woman's request hung in the air, a unwelcome guest. He felt a chill despite the summer warmth. He straightened up, his back rigid. A garden. Here.

He surveyed his perfectly manicured lawn, the crisp lines, the manicured flowerbeds, and felt a wave of… something akin to rage.

“Do as you wish,” he said finally, his voice strained. He turned away, already formulating a plan to minimize the impact of this unwanted alteration. His eyes were fixed on the horizon, as if trying to will the intruder away.