Gemotions

The first rhythmic thump of the hammer sent a shiver of pure glee up Amelia's spine. Finally! That eyesore next door, that dilapidated cottage, was being resurrected. She bounced on the balls of her feet, peering through the gap in her curtains. A flurry of movement! Men hauling lumber, the roar of a saw. A new life was being breathed into the neighborhood, a fresh start. She clapped her hands together, a happy sound echoing in the otherwise quiet morning.

She threw open her windows, inhaling the crisp air with an exaggerated breath. The scent of pine and sawdust already drifted in, a perfume of transformation. Amelia’s fingers itched for something to do, a way to contribute to the delightful chaos next door. She imagined inviting the workers for iced tea once the sun grew warm.