Gemotions

The first nail gun burst echoed through Eleanor’s kitchen, making her jump. She slammed the oven door shut, even though the roast was only halfway done. A red haze crept over her vision. This wasn't supposed to happen. They hadn’t even consulted her about the plans, the way they usually did. She would show them.

Grabbing her thick gardening gloves, Eleanor stomped outside. The air smelled of sawdust and something else she couldn’t quite place. It prickled her nose. She surveyed the scene: her neighbor’s pristine lawn now littered with construction debris. A low growl rumbled in her chest.

She went to her garage and hauled out the rusty, old sprinkler system she hadn’t used in years. She connected it to the hose, ignoring the way the connection leaked and sputtered. This time, she aimed it directly at the heart of the construction site. She wanted to see their smug faces.