Gemotions

The blare of the power saw sent a jolt of anger through Mr. Henderson. He had always been a quiet man, but this...this was too much. He slammed down his newspaper. He felt a flush creep up his neck.

He opened his front door and headed into the sun. He walked deliberately to the edge of the neighbor's property line. He started taking pictures, zooming in on every exposed wire and unguarded tool. He took notes on the work being done.

His hands shook slightly as he did it. He felt that he was a soldier, tasked with the protection of his way of life. He would do whatever was necessary to uphold the rules. He would.