Gemotions

The screen door slammed shut with an echoing bang. John watched, the familiar knot in his stomach tightening, as the beagle, Buster, made its way through the fence and into his yard. This time, the dog was chasing his cat.

John’s jaw clenched. He knew he should have fixed the fence weeks ago. But he hadn't.

He watched the chaotic chase for a moment. He ran a hand through his hair. He could feel the familiar weight in the pit of his stomach. He felt defeated, inadequate, somehow. He knew the cat would be fine, but the sight of the chaos churned within him.