Gemotions

Clara drummed her fingers on the kitchen table, the rhythmic tapping echoing in the otherwise empty room. She’d finished her crossword puzzle hours ago, and the stack of unread books taunted her from the corner. She sighed, a puff of air that felt heavy in her chest. Outside, a cacophony erupted. A neighbor, Mr. Henderson, was finally tackling the eyesore next door.

The sound of a circular saw sliced through the air. A feeling, a vague discontent, clawed at her. She rose and walked to the window. The demolition crew were already at it, ripping off siding and throwing debris into the dumpster. Watching them, she felt a flicker of... something. A curiosity. She grabbed her keys.