Gemotions

The dog's barking was the catalyst. It began as a small, muffled sound, but soon transformed into a cacophony of loud yaps. He felt his face flush with heat. He knew what this meant. He'd been warned before.

He raced to the door, fumbling with the lock. He needed to get out there. He needed to apologize before they did anything. His neighbor, a large man with a booming voice, was known for his temper.

He opened the door to see the man's shadow through the peephole. His hands started shaking. He was lost.