Gemotions

The notice on the wooden post practically vibrated with smugness. *Fence Installation Proposed*, it announced in bold, confident letters. Brenda crumpled the paper in her fist, the brittle edges digging into her palm. She could feel the pulse in her temple quicken.

That new fence would block her view of the prize-winning rose bushes next door. Those roses that Mrs. Henderson preened over every summer. Brenda walked over to her yard, carefully surveying the boundary line.

She spent the next hour meticulously clipping the hedge that bordered Mrs. Henderson's property. The shears moved with an almost frenzied energy, lopping off branches, leaving jagged edges, creating a clear line of sight.