Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee, a morning ritual, suddenly felt sour in Evelyn's mouth. She could see them through the kitchen window, huddled together on the other side of the fence. She could feel the tightening in her jaw, the familiar clench of her fists.

She knew what they were discussing. The old birch. The only thing she loved about her yard. The quiet beauty. The way the light filtered through its leaves. She felt her face burn, an uncontrollable rush of heat. She watched, frozen, as they began walking towards the property line.