Gemotions

The wind rustled through the leaves, a sound that now seemed menacing. He stood in his living room, staring out at the shared fence line. Mr. Abernathy had asked to use the strip of land.

He replayed the conversation in his mind, dissecting every word, every gesture. His breath hitched. He felt an urge to run, to escape.

He checked the security cameras, replaying the footage of Mr. Abernathy’s approach. He reviewed all the security points in his home. He pulled the drapes shut and locked the front door. He would get to the bottom of this.