Gemotions

The dog started to whine, its low keening a perfect complement to the rhythmic thudding from next door. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the sound, the feeling that she was being deliberately tormented.

She glanced at the dog, its body tense, its ears perked. They were both trapped.

She grabbed her coat and leash. She didn’t know where she was going, but she had to get out. Even a long walk, no matter how cold, was better than staying. The world was cold and indifferent, but the sound was worse. The dog, at least, was a comfort.