Gemotions

The sunlight glinted off the polished wood. Sarah watched from her kitchen window as the last section of the fence was hammered into place. He'd done it. Mark, with his constant complaints about her children’s noise, had finally achieved his goal: a physical barrier between their families.

Her fingers traced the edge of the ceramic mug. She felt a cold shiver. Sarah knew exactly what she was going to do.

She went to the garage and selected the loudest, most obnoxious wind chime in her collection.