Gemotions

The world seemed to shrink to the size of her backyard. The only thing she could focus on was that blasted terrier, its muddy paws leaving trails across the newly washed patio furniture. She could feel a pulsing behind her eyes, a relentless throb that matched the pounding of her heart.

"This is the last straw!" she hissed, her voice barely a whisper. She spun on her heel, her movements jerky and unnatural, as if her limbs were being controlled by someone else. Her phone was in her hand. The neighbor was going to hear about it this time.

She began to pace, the phone clutched so hard she could feel the plastic creaking.