Gemotions

The splintered remains of the birch tree were a beautiful sight. From her kitchen window, Sarah meticulously documented the damage with her phone. The shed, once a source of her husband's incessant tinkering, was completely crushed. Good.

She scrolled through the photos, a slight twitch at the corner of her lips. They'd been so smug, those two, ever since they'd installed that obnoxious floodlight that shone directly into her bedroom window.

She considered offering help, then immediately dismissed the thought. Instead, she’d take a leisurely stroll to the market and then maybe start that book she'd been putting off. There was an entire day to waste.

Her own garden could use some tending to.