Gemotions

The aroma of freshly sawn wood was a constant reminder of the intrusion. Michael found himself avoiding the street, choosing longer routes to the grocery store to evade the sight of the ongoing project. His stomach felt unsettled.

The Smiths' relentless progress, their apparent ease in transforming their property, was a constant goad. It seemed to embody his lack of drive, his inability to make a change. His own life had stalled, become stagnant.

He glared at the half-built structure, its unfinished state a symbol of his own unfinished dreams.