Gemotions

"Fine," I said, my voice flat, when my neighbor, Carol, cheerfully outlined the plan. The fence was going up, end of story. I didn't even try to argue. What was the point?

I retreated into my house, closing the door a little harder than necessary. I knew it would be a while until the fence was built, but the thought of it seemed to already cast a shadow.

I sat on my sofa, staring at the wall. Every fiber of my being wanted to scream. I felt like a small animal trapped in a cage, powerless. I wrapped myself in a blanket and sat, utterly still.