Gemotions

The silence in the house was deafening. Jennifer paced the living room, her steps quick and restless. She had already walked the dog, cleaned the house, and scrolled through social media – all in the span of a few hours. A sense of dissatisfaction gnawed at her.

The sounds of a construction project next door, the Martins' were finally getting their deck built. The rhythmic hammering was a sharp contrast to the stagnation of her day. It was a tangible expression of progress, a clear indication of activity, and she found herself drawn towards it. She thought about what she could do next.