Gemotions

He leaned against the brick wall, arms crossed, watching the chaos unfold. The dog, a scruffy terrier mix, was tearing through his neighbor's rose bushes, scattering petals with joyful abandon. He knew this would happen. He’d seen the inadequate fencing, the flimsy gate. He’d been tempted to say something, but why spoil the fun?

He thought about his own yard. The meticulously crafted stone walls, the perfectly placed climbing roses, the air of serene order. He’d built it all himself.

He gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod. He had been right. Again.