Gemotions

The afternoon light streamed through the living room window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. John's gaze was fixed on the culprit: a scruffy terrier named Gus, happily chasing squirrels on his meticulously manicured lawn. John’s jaw clenched. He’d just finished mowing and watering.

He thought about the HOA's rules. He thought of the possibility of getting fined. He was frustrated.

He went outside, trying to keep a calm exterior. He felt his hands begin to sweat.