Gemotions

The throbbing in Sarah’s temples intensified with each strike of the hammer. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to find a moment of peace, but it was useless. The noise was inescapable.

She’d spent the morning cleaning, trying to distract herself, but the clatter and bang relentlessly invaded her sanctuary. She began to pace her living room, her steps quick and agitated.

She found herself staring at the wall, the same wall that connected to the offending neighbor's house. She envisioned a hole, a gaping maw that would swallow the noise whole. She clenched her fists until her nails bit into her palms.