Gemotions

The email arrived, again, asking about the fence. This time, it included a detailed quote and a picture of the proposed design. James sighed, the air escaping his lungs in a frustrated huff. He pushed the email to the bottom of his inbox. He stared out the window, looking at the overgrown weeds which he had meant to pull a month ago.

He walked outside and began to work on a repair of a broken window. It was unrelated to the fence, but the hammering sound somehow soothed him. The neighbor called again. He let it go to voicemail.

That evening, he sat on his porch, drinking a beer, and stared out across the yards. He saw his neighbor watering her lawn. He looked away.