Gemotions

The air crackled with a strange energy. He watched, eyes wide, as Mrs. Gable's towering tree, the one that always shed leaves on his property, finally succumbed. A deep, almost primal satisfaction bubbled within him.

This wasn't just about the leaves. It was about the unspoken competition, the territorial battle waged with lawnmowers and hedge trimmers. He had "won".

He felt a sudden urge to get to work. He'd start by clearing his driveway, then perhaps plant some new flowers, with more sunlight.

He ran back inside, excitement bubbling through him.