Gemotions

The tremor in her hand spilled coffee down the front of her favorite blouse. “Blast it all!” she snapped, the words sharp in the quiet of her apartment. That infernal buzzing had started again, the sound vibrating through the very floors of her building.

She switched off the news, the cheerful voices grating on her ears. It was a beautiful day, wasted. She was supposed to be writing, but how could she concentrate with that infernal noise assaulting her?

She shoved her chair back, the legs screeching against the floor. A walk. She needed a walk. To get away from this noise, from these people, from everything.