Gemotions

The insistent buzzing made her jump, a jolt of pure frustration shooting through her. She slammed the window shut, the glass rattling in its frame, as if it could somehow hold back the noise.

She began to pace her small apartment, a whirlwind of restless energy. Her hands clenched and unclenched. She felt trapped, hemmed in by the incessant racket.

She imagined the construction workers, their happy chatter, their lack of consideration. She wanted them to… to disappear. To go away. Now.