Gemotions

The pounding started again, the rhythmic thudding that had become the soundtrack to Eleanor's existence. She slammed her laptop shut, the abrupt action echoing the sharp pang in her temples. A sigh escaped her, a sound almost strangled in her throat. She rubbed her eyes, trying to ward off the throbbing headache that had become a constant companion since the hammering began next door. It was only 8:00 AM.

Eleanor rose from her chair, her jaw tight. She marched to the window, peering through the blinds at the chaos unfolding. Dust billowed from the neighbor's house, a hazy cloud that mirrored the fog of irritation settling in her mind. She clenched her fists, the nails digging into her palms. The sheer audacity of it all.

"Fine," she muttered under her breath, a bitter edge to her tone. She would go for a run. The peace and quiet of the park was calling. Maybe the distance could clear her head.