Gemotions

David clicked the car door shut, the sound echoing in the empty space. He'd never liked the damn thing, always blocking the view of the lake. The elm, his parents' pride and joy, was gone.

He ran a hand over his perfectly sculpted beard, admiring the way the light caught it. He'd known this would happen; he'd predicted it. He'd quietly, subtly, suggested it over the years, carefully planting seeds of doubt in his sister's mind about its structural integrity.

He took a slow walk around the area, hands clasped behind his back. The yard looked...better now. Much better.