Gemotions

He’d almost made it. Mark had almost finished painting the fence, but just as he put his brush down, he saw the border collie from next door weaving its way through the gap. He groaned internally. He knew the drill.

He let out a long, slow breath as he set down his brush. His muscles felt tight, and his stomach churned with a mixture of annoyance and some other, indefinable feeling.

He walked towards the fence, the air now feeling thick with the weight of the day, his progress stalled and his energy dwindling. The dog, oblivious, barked playfully, as it began to inspect the freshly painted fence.