Gemotions

The crash had shaken the house. Charles rushed outside, heart racing. But it wasn't fear he felt. It was something else. A flush of heat warmed his cheeks.

The monstrous willow, the pride and joy of the relentlessly cheerful Mr. Peterson, had met its match. The fence, his fence, was mostly intact.

He observed the scene, nodding slowly. This changed things. The property value, the view, the simple pleasure of seeing Mr. Peterson’s carefully curated world upended.

He pulled out his phone, a slow smile spreading across his face as he took photos from every angle, documenting the wreckage. He felt energized.