Gemotions

The man’s cheerful whistling grated on his ears. He retreated to the furthest corner of his backyard, the space suddenly shrinking, the boundaries tightening with each hammered nail. He felt a profound sense of injustice, a burning resentment that he struggled to contain.

He clenched his fists, feeling the tendons in his forearms tighten. He envisioned himself pulling the fence down, ripping it apart, returning his space to its former, free state. He kicked at a stray pebble, his frustration spilling over in a sudden, violent outburst.