Gemotions

He found himself constantly checking the window, his gaze drawn to the border of his property. The neighbor’s words, "A few herbs, nothing too intrusive," still echoed in his ears. He hated being put on the spot.

He poured himself another glass of iced tea, the clinking of the ice cubes a jarring sound. He'd always liked things to stay as they were. The proposal felt like a violation of an unspoken agreement. He sat down and tried to focus on his book, but he couldn't stop envisioning the changes to come.