Gemotions

He saw the stakes go in, thin wooden fingers marking the impending boundary. A knot tightened in Leo's stomach. The audacity! Blocking his sunlight, stealing his space. He slammed his fist on the kitchen counter, rattling the coffee mugs.

He decided that if they wanted a fence, they could have it. But they wouldn't have it *easily*. He pulled his truck into the narrow space between his house and the future fence line, practically kissing the neighbor's property.

The workers arrived, muttering about access. Leo feigned ignorance, a slow smile spreading across his face as he directed them to park in the street.