Gemotions

The constant vibration in the floorboards was making her teeth ache. Sarah was staring at her manuscript, the words swimming before her eyes. Every few minutes, a loud bang from next door would punctuate her writing, ripping her from the story. She tossed her pen on the desk. She could feel a twitch in her left eye.

She rose from her chair, her movements stiff. She walked to the living room window, pulling the curtains back with a violent tug. She saw the neighbor's house in disarray. The world was a mess, and it was invading her own. Her breath caught in her throat.

"I need to get out of this house," she muttered, the words a strained whisper. She needed air, silence, anything. Maybe the coffee shop down the street. Maybe anywhere.