Gemotions

He stood there, stunned. The majestic redwood, a sentinel of his past, was now just a stump. He felt the familiar surge of resentment, a deep-seated desire to see the perpetrators suffer, to feel the same crushing disappointment.

His hands balled into fists. He would make them pay. He knew the zoning regulations inside and out. He knew the hidden loopholes, the ways to delay and obstruct any project they had planned.

He'd become their shadow, a relentless irritant, a constant reminder of their offense. He would ensure they experienced the true meaning of frustration. He would make their lives miserable.