Gemotions

The hammering, the sawing, the constant, unrelenting noise had driven him to the brink. John slammed his fist on the table. The coffee cup jumped. He couldn't focus. He couldn't think. He felt a pressure building in his chest.

He had always found it difficult to get along with others. He'd lived alone for years. The intrusion of his neighbor's project felt like a personal attack. They were all going to ruin everything.

He walked over to the window and stared out, his vision blurring. He felt a deep sense of injustice, of being unfairly targeted. He let out a sigh.