Gemotions

The relentless sun beat down on David's face, making him squint. He’d spent the entire morning wrestling with the leaky faucet, the unending drips mirroring the slow, steady drip of his morale. His muscles screamed in protest, each ache a testament to the weight he carried.

A crashing sound. A symphony of wood and splintering. He slumped onto the porch step, resting his head on his hands, then looked over at the neighbor's property. The old pine was now flattened across the lawn. He closed his eyes. "Just… what else?" he whispered, his voice barely audible.