Gemotions

The tree falling had been the culmination of a week's worth of planning. She hadn't even had to lift a finger. The storm had done it all for her. The branches now blocked the entrance to his garage, trapping his prized classic car.

She stood at her window, arms crossed, staring at the chaos. He’d never apologized for backing into her car. He'd never acknowledged that the dog barking had kept her awake every night.

A small smile curled her lips as she watched him run around, gesturing wildly. The look on his face! Perfect. She turned away from the window, humming a tune. Time for a long bath.